The next morning, Chantelle got out of bed with sore legs at the crack of dawn. As they sat down for breakfast, she grumbled, "You jerk! You went way too rough on me last night! You even kept going until it was almost morning!"

Andrew shrugged. "Relax, you'll get used to it."

Chantelle immediately spat out her soup, eyes blazing with fire.

Get used to it? Was this guy seriously planning to wear her out every single night?

That was not happening!

"I'm done. You two enjoy the rest of your meal," she snapped, slamming her spoon down and walking off.

Eric sipped a bit of soup. He did not even touch the dishes and quietly set his spoon aside.

Andrew frowned at him. "Look at your skinny little frame. You're so weak I could break you with one punch. Come on, eat up like I told you."

Eric responded flatly, "Andrew, enough already. I'm just temporarily your prisoner, not your slave! If you've got the guts, unlock my pressure points and let's have a proper fight!"

Andrew scof