Chapter 1111

Chapter 1111:

Her movement was quick, but his reflexes were quicker—his body responding instinctively to the sudden action. His slender hands shot out and caught Madisyn’s delicate wrists with lightning speed. “Sweetheart, what are you going to do now?”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed, a teasing glint dancing within them as his gaze settled on Madisyn’s fingers, which were awkwardly clawing at the empty air. Each of her ten fingers was coated in a thick layer of cream.

Madisyn found herself trapped. Guilt twisted inside her, and with Andrew’s commanding presence and her hands held tight, she couldn’t help but feel an undeniable pull toward him.

“Um, I just wanted you to see my hands…” Madisyn couldn’t bring herself to meet Andrew’s eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, Andrew gave her wrists a little shake, his voice rich and low as he teased, “Is that so?”

Madisyn’s ears tingled, her heartbeat quickening. She nodded, feigning confidence. “Of course! I wanted to wash my hands.

They’re covered in cream. Can’t I?”

“Of course, you can. But if you wanted to wash them, why did you bring them to me, instead of the faucet? Or…”

Madisyn’s brow furrowed in suspicion. Why couldn’t Andrew just finish his sentences? But she felt relieved that he seemed to believe her explanation.

She cleared her throat softly. “You don’t need to finish that sentence. You’re right.”

She just wanted to wash her hands now, hoping the topic would finally be over.

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A knowing smile tugged at Andrew’s lips. “I’m right? Okay.”

He didn’t let go of Madisyn’s wrists but instead tightened his grip.

That small gesture had Madisyn’s focus entirely on his strong, steady hands.

But then, her wide eyes were filled with shock. “Andrew, stop that!” She tried to pull her hands back, but it was useless. She could only watch as Andrew leaned down, his tongue slowly, deliberately licking the cream from her fingertips.

The soft touch of his tongue sent a shiver through her skin, leaving her restless. It was said that fingers were the most sensitive, and all she could think of was how Andrew wasn’t just touching her fingers—he was touching her heart.

“Enough, enough, Andrew! Stop licking!”

A tremor ran down Madisyn’s spine, and she called out to him, pleading for mercy. Only then did he release her hands.

He glanced at her hands, then pulled out a wipe from his pocket, gently cleaning her fingers.

Originally, it had been meant to wipe the cream from her forehead, but now it was tending to her hands.

The cool, lightly-scented wipe swept across Madisyn’s skin, soothing her. As his care enveloped her, Madisyn forgot the playful tension from moments ago.

The warmth that had flushed her cheeks began to fade, replaced by a peaceful mood she couldn’t quite explain.

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