In the four-person group chat, Nathan suddenly sent a message: [Why would my girlfriend do this...]

He typed out a long, detailed explanation but deleted it within seconds—he had meant to send it to Andrew privately, but his fingers slipped!

Andrew saw it anyway and immediately responded in the group: [What’s the point of deleting it, Nathan? I already read everything.]

Nathan didn’t reply, so Andrew added: [And the point is obviously to mock you.]

He even tagged Nathan repeatedly, leaving him utterly speechless.

Nathan quickly switched to a private chat with Andrew: [It was an accident! Can you stop spamming the group with our personal drama?!]

[Oh, so you’re trying to save face now?]

Frustrated, Nathan finally admitted: [It’s just…things haven’t progressed that far between me and my girlfriend yet.]

[Seriously?! No way! You’re a grown man, not some high school kid!]

[You don’t understand our relationship. Not everyone is driven by their instincts like you are.]

[The point is, she’s clearly giving you signals, you idiot.]

[But you told me women hate love handles! I’ve been working out to look better for her, but my abs aren’t that defined yet.]

[You’re worried about your physique at a time like this? Forget it, man. I’m not even going to tease you—just take her to bed already. Stop overthinking it.]

Even with Andrew’s encouragement, Nathan remained hesitant. [Are you sure this will work?]

[Absolutely, one hundred percent, yes.]

Meanwhile, Andrew was on the verge of losing his patience.

He was sitting in Samantha’s office, having barely slept all night.

He had woken up at nine that morning, unable to fall back asleep, and dragged himself out of bed.

He headed straight to Saunderia—he had his own office there, but all he wanted was to see Samantha.

He couldn’t forget the hurt look on her face after he kicked her out of his room, only for her to get cozy with Ryan so soon after… The memory made his blood boil.

So he planted himself in Samantha’s office chair, staring at the chat history between her and Elizabeth York…until Elizabeth sent over several videos.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Andrew clicked on one just as Samantha returned.

The sound of passionate moans immediately filled her office.

Her secretary had informed her that Andrew was there, and Samantha’s first thought was that he was fooling around with another woman in her office. She braced herself for the worst, only to find Andrew sitting in her chair, staring at her computer screen with a sly grin.

Noticing her, he said, “You’re full of surprises, Mrs. Saunders.”

Samantha’s cheeks flushed slightly when she realized Andrew was watching the videos Elizabeth had sent her, but she maintained her composure as she quickly closed them.

She let out a small gasp as Andrew pulled her into his arms, making her sit on his lap in an intimate position.

“So the whole ‘procreation’ thing was just an excuse… You just want to sleep with me, don’t you?” Andrew teased.

Samantha didn’t bother correcting him. Let him think whatever he wanted. Her goal was simply to have a child with him.

“You could’ve just told me. I wouldn’t have thrown you out if I’d known. You really should learn to be more honest, Mrs. Saunders…”

With that, he gently bit her ear.