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The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 45
CHAPTER 45Nancy stirred first. Not fully awake, just enough to feel the solid, comforting weight of something warm and steady beneath her. Her breath hitched, then stilled. She didn't open her eyes, not yet. She already knew. The warmth. The quiet. The unexpected, deep comfort.Andrew.Her fingers curled almost imperceptibly around his shirt, the fabric surprisingly soft under her touch. She hadn't meant to fall asleep like this, half-draped over him, her head resting against his chest, but somewhere in the night, it had stopped feeling temporary. It felt… right.Slowly, Nancy opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek. Then she heard it, his heartbeat. Slow. Even. Alive. A small knot of emotion tightened in her throat. She’d spent so much time watching him from a distance, monitoring symptoms, counting breaths, always making sure he was okay. But this closeness? It felt completely different. It wasn't clinical. It wasn't ca
The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 44
CHAPTER 44Andrew didn't go to the office. That alone said more than he probably meant. He stood in his room, already dressed, watch strapped tight, everything meticulously in place, yet his feet refused to move toward the door. His reflection stared back, a perfect mask of control, sharp and completely unbothered. It was a lie, and he knew it. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he forced his gaze away.The conversation from earlier replayed, every biting word slicing through his thoughts. *You don’t get to push me away and then get jealous.* He let out a slow breath. She was right. That was the part that snagged, the part that felt fundamentally wrong. Not what she’d said, but the uncomfortable truth that it actually made sense. Andrew dragged a hand through his hair, pacing a short circuit across the room before abruptly stopping. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, the words barely audible. And yet, he still hadn’t left. His feet finally moved, overriding his own interna
The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 43
CHAPTER 43Andrew was already up. He hadn't slept worth a damn, though he’d never be the first to admit it. He stood by his window, one hand pressed lightly against the cool glass, the city a muted sprawl of sharp lines below. His reflection stared back, a mask of composure, of control. Perfect. Almost. A faint clench in his jaw betrayed him, just like the almost imperceptible tap of his fingers against the pane before they stilled.*Boss.*The word, unbidden, echoed in his mind. He let out a slow breath, pushing away from the window. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled, reaching for his jacket. And yet, the word lingered.***Nancy walked into the kitchen as the morning sun finally decided to properly grace the room. A faint, comforting scent of coffee hung in the air—fresh, warm, blessedly normal. She paused when she saw Andrew, his back to her, standing by the counter, his posture rigid, distant.“Morning,” she offered.He didn’t turn right away. “Morning.” There was something about
The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 42
CHAPTER 42The night air followed them inside, a faint coolness clinging to their clothes and skin, carrying the quiet scent of water and something else, something unspoken that neither of them had yet put a name to. Nancy walked a step ahead as they left the pool area, her arms folded loosely across her chest, her pace unhurried but with a definite purpose. Behind her, Andrew walked, his expression outwardly calm, but his mind… well, it was anything but.Kendrick.The name had lodged itself somewhere deep and uncomfortable, refusing to budge. He didn't like it. Not one bit. He didn't like how easily it had slipped into their conversation, or how her voice had softened when she spoke of him. He hated the thought of a whole segment of her life—memories, laughter, shared history—that he had no part in. And, more than anything, he really, *really* didn't like the way it made him feel.They reached the hallway. Nancy slowed just a fraction, glancing back. "I'll… go shower," she said.Andr
The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41The last remnants of sweetness lingered in the air long after the dessert plates were cleared away. Nancy leaned back, her fingertips gently tracing an invisible path on the polished wood table. The rich, comforting taste of cocoa and cream still coated her tongue, a stark contrast to the knot of tension that had marked the start of her day.Across from her, Andrew had already set his napkin aside. He hadn't touched his dessert. Not a single bite. Nancy noticed, of course, but this time, she kept her thoughts to herself. Instead, she watched him, marveling at his composure—how completely unaffected he seemed by everything surrounding them. It was almost believable. Almost.He then stood, adjusting a sleeve with a small, deliberate movement. “I’ll be outside,” he said, his voice even.Nancy looked up. “Outside?”“By the pool.”A beat of silence.“Try not to eat everything,” he added, a dry edge to his tone.Nancy rolled her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. “No promis
The Last Days of Mr Andrew Chapter 40
CHAPTER 40Nancy barely waited for the car to fully stop before yanking the door open. She practically tumbled out, a sharp, controlled movement that screamed she was holding herself back by sheer force of will.“Ma..,” the driver started, but Nancy cut him off, already on the move.“I’ve got it,” she said, her voice tight. Her platform shoes clicked a quick rhythm against the pavement as she strode toward the entrance, her grip white-knuckled on her bag, her shoulders set like stone. She didn’t look back. Not even once.Behind her, Andrew lingered in the car for a beat longer than necessary. Just watching. His jaw clenched for a second before he finally emerged, straightening his jacket as if nothing significant had just transpired. The driver quietly closed the door behind him.Inside, the penthouse was a sanctuary of calm. Cool air, polished silence, everything impeccably in its place.“Welcome back, sir,” James greeted, stepping forward. His voice was steady, but his eyes flickere
The Last Days of Mr Andrew CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 12Andrew woke choking on a cough so violent it tore through the room.It hit him sharp and fierce, the kind that left no space for pride. For a moment, all he could do was grip the sheets and gasp around the pain clawing at his lungs.Nancy was at his side instantly.“Andrew, hey, breathe.
The Last Days of Mr Andrew CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 11Andrew didn’t sleep well.He tossed and turned through the night, the sheets twisting around him as his breathing stayed uneven in the dark. By morning, he was already awake, staring at the ceiling as though it had personally offended him.A dry cough caught in his chest.He sat up slowl
The Last Days of Mr Andrew CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10The hospital smelled the same, clean, sterile, unyielding. Andrew sat in the chair, Nancy steady beside him, gripping the strap with a gentle yet firm hand.The exhaustion from the board meeting still clung to him, an invisible weight pressing against his chest with every shallow breath.
The Last Days of Mr Andrew CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 9The car ride to Cross Holdings was quieter than usual. Andrew sat in the back, his posture rigid, while Nancy sat beside him, calm but alert. Victoria occupied the seat across from them, arms crossed and expression inscrutable.“You really think Reeves won’t push too hard?” Victoria asked
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