Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2288 Andrew did not hesitate and immediately pulled the closet open and slipped inside. Isabelle rushed in right after him and bumped straight into his chest. She cried out, "Ouch! Andrew, move over alittle, you're squishing me!" Outside the closet, embarrassingly passionate moans and screams sounded. No matter who heard it, they could tell exactly what was going on. "Oh, baby, come on!" "Oh yeah! Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Andrew was speechless. The space inside the closet was ridiculously cramped, so he and Isabelle had to press tightly against each other just to hide.

As his eyes shifted, Andrew noticed that Isabelle was also staring at him, her face flushed red. "andrew, are they... doing that?" she whispered in his ear. Andrew gave a dry laugh. "Well, most likely, yeah." Isabelle fell quiet. Although she was usually bold and rebellious, ---- she felt shy and embarrassed by the live broadcast happening right outside. After all, she was still just a young lady. Gradually, Andrew noticed her body heating up. He could not help but ask, "What's wrong with you?" Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Me? I'm fine!" However, her tone sounded guilty.

Andrew froze. Immediately after, he realized his hand was resting right on her chest. She was so flat that he had not even noticed at first. Nonetheless, Isabelle definitely felt it. Her eyes turned watery with a mix of shame and anger as she glared at him. "Andrew, your hand. If you don't move it, I'll chop it off." He looked mortified and tried to carefully pull back. Yet, in such acramped space, he was too tall and broad-shouldered, and his arm was stuck. Isabelle grew even more flustered. "If you keep touching me, I'll tell Zion." Andrew's scalp tingled, and he silently prayed for mercy.

What on earth was he doing? Isabelle practically had nothing. She was flat, short, and not the least bit romantic. Moreover, she was a few years younger than he was. If word ever got out that ---- he had been this close to her, he would drown in public ridicule. With no choice, Andrew twisted his body and tried to force his arm free. Isabelle's small hand moved and grabbed his, her breathing gradually becoming more heated. "Don't! Andrew, keep touching. | think it feels pretty good." Andrew was utterly stunned.

He turned and saw Isabelle's dazed, feverish eyes, her lips parted as warm breath spilled out in waves. She was clearly slipping into a confused, dizzy state. Andrew stared in disbelief, and he wondered if she was actually turned on. Noticing his horrified stare, Isabelle bit her lip and whispered, " This is the first time I've ever been this close to a guy. This feeling is so... strange. Andrew, could you... maybe use a little more strength?" Andrew's mind buzzed. Was this flat-chested girl secretly a fiend for it? Like a squirrel stealing forbidden fruit.

Once she got a taste, she became addicted. One word summed it up: terrifying. Fortunately, at that moment, after a final explosive roar from ---- outside, the room's owner stopped his uncontrollable exclamations of, "Oh, yeah!" and began snoring heavily, apparently exhausted from his activities. Andrew quietly pushed open the closet door and fled with Isabelle in tow. Before leaving, he glanced down at Ezekiel's room below. Ezekiel was no longer there, with only a few bodyguards left standing watch. It was time to make his move.

Isabelle followed close behind, her face burning as she snapped, "Andrew, you're such a jerk!" Andrew glanced back at her, feeling a little guilty. "Belle, that was just a misunderstanding just now."