The next morning, Andrew woke up at his usual time, feeling well-rested. Turning his head, he was surprised to find that the curvy little troublemaker beside him had already gotten up. Only a faint trace of her perfume lingered on the sheets.

"You're finally up! Come have breakfast—I already made everything!" Francesca's sweet, round face peeked through the doorway, her smile bright and cheerful.

Andrew got dressed, tidied up the bed, and made his way to the dining room. "Fran, why are you up so early today? If you're tired, you should sleep in a little longer."

He sat down and started eating, flashing her a teasing smile.

Francesca sat across from him, her damp hair still dripping slightly from a fresh shower. Her delicate, round face was smooth and flawless, her long lashes fluttering as she gave him a bashful look.

She said, "I'm not tired! You've been handling so much lately, and today, you still have to deal with Kenny and the Golding family. So I figured I'd let you r