บททั้งหมดของ The Last Days of Mr Andrew : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

CHAPTER 31"The votes have been counted."Those words just… hung there. They really did. You could practically *feel* them hanging there, wouldn't budge, you know?Nobody moved. Not Andrew, not Daniel, not even Victoria. Nancy felt her fingers clench together, a nervous habit, but she managed to stay perfectly still, her eyes glued to the chairman. Honestly, a tiny part of her was dying to sneak a peek at Andrew.The chairman glanced down at the paper again, then back up. "For the motion to transfer executive authority…" He paused, letting the suspense build, his voice slow and steady. "…the board is divided."A ripple of unease actually swept through the room. It definitely wasn't relief, not even close. Nancy's breath caught in her throat for just a second.He continued, "However… the motion does not reach the required majority."And then, silence. Again. Still, no one jumped up or anything. It was like the news itself needed a minute to settle in properly.Nancy turned her head jus

CHAPTER 33Andrew stepped out of the building, and the car was already there, waiting. He didn't hesitate this time, didn't let himself get cold feet or talk himself out of it."Address?" the driver asked, a standard question.He pulled out his phone, fingers already flying. He dialed her number."Nancy."After a few rings, she picked up. "Andrew?""Where are you?"There was a slight pause. "I told you, I'm handling it.""Nancy, I need the address.""You don't—""Nancy."A heavy silence settled, broken by a soft exhale. "I'll send it."The call ended. Almost instantly, his phone buzzed with a text.Andrew slid into the waiting car. "Drive," he told the driver.As they pulled away, the city around him seemed to shift and change. He noticed things he usually overlooked – the way the buildings morphed, the constant hum of traffic, the sheer density of it all. It wasn't unfamiliar territory, just… a far cry from his usual surroundings.When the car finally stopped, he got out without a se

CHAPTER 35Morning finally arrived, but it was a quiet kind of quiet. Almost *too* quiet, you know? The kind that makes everything else seem amplified, like the whole world was just holding its breath.Andrew was the first one awake. Not that he’d slept well, far from it. He hadn't managed much sleep at all. He lay there for a bit, staring at the ceiling, his hand resting loosely on his chest. His mind wasn’t focused on the company, Daniel, or even the diagnosis itself. Instead, it was fixed on this tiny, specific moment. A fleeting touch of hands. A breath that was just a little too close. A kiss that had completely blindsided both of them. He finally exhaled slowly and pushed himself up. "Right," he muttered, as if that explained anything.Meanwhile, Nancy had been awake even longer. She stood in front of the mirror, arms loosely crossed, looking at her reflection as if trying to recognize a stranger. "You're fine," she whispered, then a beat later, with more doubt creeping in,

Chapter 37Andrew woke before his alarm, but he didn't jump out of bed. Instead, he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting loosely across his chest. The room was still dim, the curtains only partially drawn, casting thin slivers of light across the floor. For a few moments, his mind was blessedly blank.Then, everything flooded back. The car ride. Her voice. The look on her face when he'd said it: "You're my caretaker. That's all." His jaw clenched almost imperceptibly.He exhaled and pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. The cool air felt sharp against his skin as he ran a hand through his hair, a slow gesture unlike his usual morning routine."God, I shouldn't have said that," he muttered, the words feeling wrong and heavy. He'd really hurt her, hadn't he? Groggily, he swung his legs out of bed and stepped into the hallway.The penthouse felt both familiar and completely foreign. No sound from the kitchen, no soft r

CHAPTER 39Morning arrived gentler than the night before, but a peculiar quiet hung in the air, as if the penthouse itself was still mulling over the events of the previous night.Nancy had just loosely gathered her hair into a knot when a soft knock sounded at her door. It wasn't insistent, not urgent, just… there. She paused, her fingers trailing at the nape of her neck for a beat, then crossed the room and pulled the door open.Andrew stood on the other side, already dressed. His usual dark suit, crisp shirt, everything in its place. Yet, his eyes held hers a moment longer than usual before he finally spoke.“Good morning,” he said. His voice was even, but noticeably softer than it had been the night before.Nancy blinked, then stepped back a fraction, granting him space. “Morning.”A brief, aware silence settled between them, not awkward, just… present. Andrew shifted his weight almost imperceptibly, his hand brushing lightly against the doorframe as if he wasn't quite sure why he