Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2049

Before Joe could finish speaking, his head was struck, and he collapsed unconscious.

Andrew withdrew his hand and said coolly, "Let's move out."

Eric smirked with a snort. "Using the chance to get revenge? Wanting to kill him but not daring to do it outright… Andrew, you're pretty sly."

Andrew chuckled. "Sly? When we get to Goldridge, if I see your old lover again, I'll smash his head in."

Francesca and Aspen walked him to the door, their eyes full of worry. "Honey, once you find Shiloh, come back to Blumedale as soon as you can."

Andrew nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be quick. When I return, we'll head north to Chetvine, and that's when we'll have our wedding."

The two women gasped, their faces burning red. They both let out a soft, embarrassed hum, their hearts melting with sweetness, though they dared not say it aloud.

Originally, Andrew had planned to fly straight to Goldridge, but Eric insisted it was not necessary. He argued that driving would be even faster, and once they got there, he had the connections to smooth things over.

Andrew only shrugged, neither agreeing nor objecting. The last time he went to Goldridge, Henry and the McCormick family dominated with overwhelming influence, but this time was different.

If anyone dared to interfere or deliberately caused trouble, Andrew had no qualms about unleashing a massacre. He still had old scores with Henry and his people to settle.

Dylan knew this had always been Natasha's hidden sorrow. Since Jayrodale, she had wanted to give herself to Andrew and become his woman. In the beginning, maybe it was a way to secure her place and hold onto him. But over time, her feelings had changed.

She had grown sentimental, truly falling in love with Andrew. The problem was that their identities were drifting further apart, and their strength even more so. Even the chance to spend time with him grew rarer and rarer.

If things continued this way, it was easy to imagine that Natasha would only end up farther from him, until there was no chance left at all.

"At least I don't regret it," Natasha whispered softly into her blanket.

In this world, not everything turned out perfectly. Many people and many stories were destined to end with regret.