Chapter 776 I Don't Want A Sister

Ashley finally got her pajamas. With a smile on her face, she was excited to finally put them on.

However, before she could do anything else, her hands suddenly froze.

She could feel someone staring at her back.

It was only then did she notice that the hair dryer had stopped. Upon realizing what this meant, a look of fear and remorse crept up her face.

Slowly, Ashley turned around and looked back.

Just as she had expected, her eyes met with Andrew's dark stare.

Not knowing what to do, Ashley was frozen in place for a while.

The way he was staring at her was just so intense!

When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly tried to put on her pajama top to cover herself up a bit.

However, it really just made her a lot more seductive.

The pajama top was left unbuttoned, which then exposed the white lingerie underneath in such a suggestive manner.

Ashley didn't realize that she actually made things worse for herself by wearing her pajamas.

'What now?

Why is he still looking at me like that?'

With new-found courage, Ashley thought about what other strategies she should take.

Glancing quickly at the bed, she thought that maybe she could run as fast as she could to the bed and get under the blanket again.

There was only one problem though...

How could Ashley get there faster than Andrew?

Just a moment earlier, Andrew had been begging her to get out of the blanket. Now that she was finally standing there, there was no way he would let her hide again.

For sure.

A while ago Andrew couldn't get on the bed too soon because his hair was still wet.

But now that he had completely dried it off, there was no stopping him.

With nowhere else to go, Ashley darted towards the bed and tried to get under the blanket. However, as expected, Andrew was much quicker than her, and got to the bed before she did.

It was then that Andrew had a good look at what Ashley was wearing.

Andrew clenched his teeth.

The lingerie she was wearing had white fur sewn onto the hem.

Most of her smooth and creamy skin was exposed.

As she was about to cover herself with the quilt, both her wrists were grabbed by a pair of big hands.

No matter how much Ashley struggled, he had his grip tightly on her.

"Why are you trying to hide?" Andrew asked in a hoarse voice.

Ashley bit her lips, feeling so embarrassed at how exposed she was right now.

"Let me go."

"I don't want to.

You're so beautiful, Ash."

At that moment, Andrew came closer, his face hovering a couple of inches above Ashley's.

She squirmed and wiggled around, trying to get Andrew off of her. But it seemed that her movement against his body made him even more aroused.

Not being able to hold back anymore, Andrew leaned in kissed her on the lips.

The room quickly got warmer, making Ashley fe

didn't like the fact the Ashley was distracted. With this, he thrusted inside her with more vigor.

Ashley couldn't help but grasp the sheets tightly. With a moan, he left her no choice but to ignore the call completely.

Fabio was waiting expectantly for Ashley to pick up the phone. He had no idea that Andrew was the reason why Ashley couldn't answer.

The three of them stood outside for a long time as they tried to call both Ashley and Andrew.

Even if they were fast asleep, the two of them should have heard their phones ringing by now.

Why weren't they picking up?

After some time, Fabio pressed down on his lips, as if he was about to cry out the next second.

Seeing his beloved grandson on the verge of tears, Chant grew worried.

By this time, he had an idea what Ashley and Andrew were doing inside.

Otherwise, why wouldn't they answer the call after so many rings? Of course they should have heard them calling.

Chant carried up Fabio in his arm. "Would you like to have a little sister?" Chant asked.

"A sister?" asked Fabio.

"Yup. A sister. She would be as lovely as your mommy, small and cute. You can protect her."

Hearing Chant's words, Fabio thought for a while, imagining a little sister that looked like his mommy.

He could imagine that she would be soft, small and adorable.

Fabio answered happily, "Yes! I want a little sister!"

"No!"

When he just finished speaking, Richard protested immediately, his voice seething.

"Why? Don't you want a little sister?"

said Fabio, dissatisfied.

A sister would be fun. Why didn't he want a sister?

Richard pressed his lips tightly and seemed to think of something. His face turned a little pale and murmured, "I just...don't want a little sister."

In the eyes of the grownups, Richard had always acted sensibly and obediently. It was rare for them to see him act so emotionally.