Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3195

Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3195

Brielle shot him a playful glare and rolled her eyes slightly. Her gorgeous face was already burning hot. Suddenly, she parted her lips and pressed them directly against Andrew’s in a kiss.

They were already standing close. Andrew could have easily dodged if he wanted to. But a strange, thrilling surge rose inside him, rooting him in place.

Brielle was wild, kissing him passionately, her senses filled with Andrew’s intense, masculine scent.

Unconscious moans escaped her lips. Andrew’s large hand gripped the curve of her rear beneath the high-slit dress.

Brielle’s entire body stiffened, as if struck by an electric shock. She pulled away, breathing heavily.

“Andrew… if you want to…” Her voice trembled. “I won’t mind or refuse. Don’t worry—it will just be this once. Afterward, I won’t do this again. I’ll forget everything that happened today.”

She murmured softly, her breath brushing his ear. “I don’t know—if I were still young, whether I would throw all caution to the wind and be with you properly. But a man like you is truly perfect… and very attractive.”

“So, I’m giving…” She paused, then whispered, “myself to you willingly.”

It took immense willpower for Andrew to restrain himself.

“Madam Baxter,” he said quietly, “you are Eric’s mother. Even though we’ve known each other for a long time, and I often joke with you, I know that if I truly crossed that line… you wouldn’t stay in Chetvine. You wouldn’t keep working for me at the Medicine God’s Covenant.”

His voice softened. “You’d leave—and never see me again. Right?”

Brielle’s expression twisted. She didn’t answer, but that was exactly what she was thinking.

If Andrew took her body, she would be too ashamed to face him afterward. She would leave, find a quiet place to live in seclusion, and be content simply knowing that Eric was doing well.

Andrew smiled faintly. “Madam Baxter, I’d rather you stay here—and live well in Chetvine. So you’re right. Let’s both forget what just happened.”

Disappointment flickered through Brielle’s eyes, but she immediately let out a low, soft laugh.

“I never thought you’d actually be able to hold back.”

Andrew almost said that he had unleashed his full strength the previous night and had been unusually calm all day. After all, he wasn’t some tireless machine that could keep going without end.

After a brief pause, Brielle spoke again. “Kiss me once more,” she said softly. “Very hard this time. Okay?”

Andrew looked at her. Their eyes met.

Then he kissed her—forcefully.

The feeling Brielle gave him was completely different from that of women like Lauren or Nyx. There truly was something different about mature women. Combined with the subtle, ambiguous tension between them—and her constant half-refusal, half-welcome over time—the atmosphere grew even more intense.

Andrew poured everything into that kiss.

Brielle gasped softly. It felt as if her entire body had been thrown into a blazing furnace, scorched fiercely, only to be plunged into an icy cellar the next moment. Fire and ice collided, leaving her utterly immersed—unable to forget the sensation.

After a while, Andrew finally released her.

Brielle’s long hair was slightly disheveled, and the collar of her dress had been pulled open considerably. Her expression held satisfaction and joy, mixed with overwhelming shyness.

Lowering her head, she whispered, almost inaudibly, “I’m… not quite presentable right now. So I won’t see you out.”

Andrew understood immediately. He simply smiled, turned around, and walked out of the VIP room.

Brielle rushed into the bathroom alone. Her legs gave out, and she sank down in front of the vanity.

Her heart was locked in fierce conflict.

On one hand, she was terrified by her own boldness. How could I have done something like that?

On the other, the memory was intoxicating—thrilling beyond words.

That young man… she thought. I just want to pull him into my arms and torment him mercilessly.

After struggling with herself for a long while, Brielle finally managed to calm her breathing.

Feeling both embarrassed and irritated, she went to change into a fresh dress.

Unfortunately, this private VIP room of hers did not keep spare underwear.

Panic surged through her when she realized that after removing the soaked ones, she had nothing clean to replace them with.

What… was she supposed to do now?