Novel & Cerita Ask For Andrea

ANDREA I kept looking at everyone for a clue on what I did wrong but no one is saying anything. What? I'm not supposed to say anything? He kept staring at me with a smirk on his good looking face. Why would a guy looking so mature, hot, tall and athletic, handsome be such a jerk? This feature could have been given to a much better, well behaved person. "Andrea what are you doing here?" I heard Kelsey ask behind me. I turned to her, "nothing actually I was just about to leave let's go together."

He found himself drawn to her, despite the initial shock of seeing Francheska's face. "So, Andrea, what brings you to this town?" David asked, trying to break the silence. Andrea looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a hint of stubbornness. "Just visiting, I guess. I needed a change of scenery," she replied, her voice firm. David nodded, sensing that there was more to her story. "I see," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "Well, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do?" Andrea's expression turned slightly guarded, but she replied, "I'm a student. I'm studying art."

I stretched out my arm to pull them closer but they stepped away. Andrea is wearing her cute flora gown and a bow in her jet black hair with shimmer under the afternoon reddish rays. While Andrew wore a v-neck shirt and shorts. His favorite The Flash themed wrist watch. his brows were in a tight line. “First you stay somewhere else then you don't even call us.” Andrea counted on her fingers. Nothing gets past her. I know babies, I've disappointed you but I don't think I'll be a good mother if I tell you about my kidnapping.

“I’m assuming Judge Anderson is already expecting you - if not, I’ll make sure his schedule is free for at least the next ten minutes. I can’t promise any more than that.” “We have an appointment with him today. He’s expecting to see us.” Lincoln answers calmly. “But we appreciate your help.” “Of course, honey. You tell Judge Anderson to call for me if there’s anything you need. My name’s Andrea.” She says kindly as she stops before a set of large standing wooden French doors. “Thank you. I say holding my only functioning arm out to shake her hand. She takes his gently, giving it a squeeze with a smile and turns to leave.

"Who?" "Gabriela, of course. Who'd you think?" "She's fine. Still working on her, but she's a fighter." "Yeah, she is." After her response, silence prevailed between us. Andrea's eyes looking at me, as if she wanted to asked something. But she's afraid to asked. "What?" She murmured. "You have something to say?" "No. Why would I?" She laughed before clearing her throat. "Well, you seemed have to asked. Go ahead, spill the tea."

She sat up slightly. “Andrea?” She called. “You're right,” came his voice. “How on earth did you get my number?” A soft chuckle came through the phone. “I have my ways,” Andrea replied smoothly. “Let’s just say I don’t struggle to get what I want.Sometimes ” “I was thinking,” he continued, voice lowering slightly. “you should have dinner with me.” “…Dinner?” she repeated. “Yes,” Andrea said simply. “Just you and me. No distractions.”

He wanted to see her staring back at him again and in this hope his eyes closed down. He fainted but this was nothing. He could give his life for her just like she gave away hers for him. ..................................................... 4 years later........ Andrea stood on the doorstep of the Romano mansion with a wedding card in her one hand and a little girls hand intervened with her other hand. She had rung the bell 5 times already and no one was answering. Getting frustrated with the lack of welcome she dialled his number while looking down at the little girl. The beautiful little girl gave her a smile and motioned Andrea to hand over the phone to her.

Her other hand supporting her throbbing head. "They won't even know that I'm gone. How's it like when you have sex with those women Andre?" She asked, pushing herself closer to him. He knew that it was the alcohol speaking. "That's a question I normally ask, not the other way round" He replied, eyes staring at her exposed cleavage. "Is this another survey?" He teased and she laughed. "It's not. I actually don't want to do that right now." "What do you want to do then?"

She had however requested that her father's name, her surname, be maintained. One midnight, Andrea woke and went down to the kitchen to get some warm milk, hoping that would help her sleep. Just before she completely descended the stairs, she overheard Veronica tearfully murmur a prayer, hoping Andrea would finally open up to them. Hearing those words touched the little girl to the soul.

My silence pushes him on though. "What is it, Andrea?" He asks. I whirl on him, "What is what Chris? What do you want me to say?" He looks shocked but recovers quickly. "I want to know how long you've been falling. I WANT to know how I can catch you. I NEED you to tell me how to help you."