Chapter 587

She had also practiced her smile meticulously, so when she flashed it at him just so, Andrew’s heart began to itch with desire.

He sat up in bed, raising an eyebrow. “You used to be so reserved. You’d never even let me try anything new. What’s gotten into you now, playing with fire like this He stared at her, his eyes filled with interest.

Fiona laughed. “That was the old me. Now I’m looking for a little excitement. Is there a problem with that p>

Andrew was a man who loved to play, and he naturally wanted a partner who did too.

He thought Fiona was perfect in every way, except for one thing: she was too conservative.

Hearing her words now, he was nothing short of ecstatic. “No problem, no problem at all,” he said quickly. “Come on over. I’ll go down and let you in a bit p>

Fiona smiled at him, ended the video call, and immediately got out of bed to change her clothes and do her makeup.

Andrew waited excitedly on his bed. Soon, he received a message from Fiona. He snuck downstairs, let her in, and the moment she was inside, they were in each other’s arms.

As Andrew kissed her, he reached behind her to lock the door. Then he carried her to the bed. After a passionate storm of lovemaking, the tempest subsided, and he lay panting, holding Fiona in his arms.

They agreed that he would sneak her out in the morning, so for now, they would rest. Andrew held Fiona and drifted off to sleep.

Fiona rested her head on Andrew’s chest, quietly counting his heartbeats to pass the time.

Once Andrew’s breathing became deep and even, she guessed he was asleep. She slipped out of bed, dressed, and crept out of the room.

It was now midnight, and the Everly estate was shrouded in darkness.

Fiona stood in the pitch-black

hallway, using the flashlight on her phone to find her way to Amara’s door she had, of course casually asked Andrew for its location carlier

Holding the flashlight in one ha

she took out a hairpin she had prepared. She inserted it into the keyhole of Amara’s door, wiggling.. left and then right a few times.

With a soft click, the lock gave way.

Fiona’s heart leaped into her throat. A wave of excitement and fear gripped her like

a giant hand, her own heartbeat so loud it felt like it would shake her apart.

She steadied herself, quietly pulled the door open a crack, and peered inside with one eye.

It was completely dark. She could see a large bed, and on it, the blankets were raised in the shape of a person. It must be Amara, sleeping soundly.

She waited at the door for nearly a minute. Hearing no sound from inside or out, she quietly opened the door wider, slipped inside, and tiptoed toward the bed.

In the silent night, a few slivers of moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtains faintly illuminated the room.

A figure stood beside the large bed, silently watching the sleeping Amara. All the old and new hatreds rose to the surface.

She wasn’t unafraid of what she was about to do.

But then she thought about the alternative: if she did nothing, the massive Sullivan family fortune would fall into the hands of that little bitch Amara, while she and her daughter would be left with @pitifully small share. What would become of them then?

Was she supposed to just stand by and watch that little bitch live a life of luxury

while she and her daughter scraped by on scraps?