Chapter 259
“What’s your problem?” Simon demanded angrily.
“Move aside. I’ll take Fran to her room myself,” Andrew replied coldly.
Simon barely contained his rage as he insisted, “Just hand her over. As her senior apprentice, I’m the most qualified to look after her!”
“Actually, I was going to let you take her,” Andrew said mockingly. “But now I don’t trust you, so I’d better do it myself.”
Simon’s constant jealousy and hostility had worn Andrew’s patience thin.
Though fuming, Simon had no choice but to step aside and let Andrew carry Francesca to her room. After making sure she was settled safely, Andrew stepped out.
“Now you can get lost!” Simon spat.
Andrew gave him a cold look and replied, “Stop deluding yourself, Simon. Fran has no feelings for you.”
He strode away, leaving Simon red–faced with anger.
The front door slammed behind Andrew as he reached the street to call a cab back to the Moonlit Sanctuary. However, Simon’s predatory glances toward Francesca kept nagging at his mind.
Something felt wrong. Andrew frowned and quickly turned back toward the Aicker residence.
Meanwhile, inside, Simon crept toward Francesca’s room. After checking that the other apprentices were asleep and Cedric was still out, he reached for her door with ill intent.
“Fran, tonight, I’m going to make you mine!”
Simon’s throat burned with desire as he stared at the peacefully sleeping Francesca lying on the bed. Step by step, he approached her, his eyes blazing with an uncontrollable hunger. His breath quickened, his body ablaze with the thought of claiming her–his long–held craving surging to the surface.
Simon had been obsessed with Francesca for what felt like an eternity. Ever since Andrew had cured her mysterious ailment, that obsession had turned into an uncontrollable inferno.
“Fran,” he murmured, his voice husky, “I need to taste the sweetness of your lips. You’re mine -from head to toe, you belong to me, and I’m going to make sure you know it.”
Closing his eyes, Simon leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Francesca’s, trembling with a twisted anticipation.
Yet, before Simon could reach Francesca, he felt a powerful force slamming into his back, sending him flying across the room. The impact nearly shattered his bones.
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“Mr. Alcker, when did you return?” Simon asked fearfully, trembling. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. Please forgive me!”
Andrew emerged from the shadows with a cold stare. “Wasn’t thinking clearly? Somehow, I doubt that.”
“You’re not Mr. Aicker!” Simon exclaimed in shock. “Andrew, when did you come back?”
