Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3374

Within the Cavendish royal family, the strongest pillars they had were Atticus, Cormac, and Asher.

In the world of Holtrien's elite clans, the three brothers were known as the Three Tigers, a rare combination of blood, brains, and raw ability under one roof.

Atticus, as the one carrying the weight of leading the family, carried himself with a no-nonsense, straight-backed seriousness.

Cormac and Asher, on the other hand, looked the part of dependable pillars in public. However, behind closed doors, the two of them were an absolute comedy duo.

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Meanwhile, Andrew was alone with Shiloh.

Shiloh could feel the shift in the air almost immediately. She asked softly, "Where's Remyn? I don't like leaving him on his own."

She wanted to find an excuse to slip away.

Andrew smiled and pulled her close. "Relax. He's my son, and he's right here under this roof. Nothing's going to happen to him. Nyx took him out to play."

Shiloh tried to pull away, but Andrew held on. When he leaned in close and breathed softly near her ear, her whole body went warm and unsteady against her will.

"Andrew, j-just let go of me first," she managed.

His voice dropped low, a little rough around the edges. "Shiloh, it's been over two years. After everything that happened, I honestly never expected you'd end up having our baby. So I think you deserve a reward."

Shiloh's heart jumped. "A reward? I don't need anything from you!"

Andrew grinned mischievously as he replied, "Some rewards aren't really optional."

Then, he pulled her down onto the bed.

Shiloh grabbed the front of her top, eyes wide. "Again? Really?"

Andrew blinked. "What do you mean, again?"

Shiloh lay back, guarded but clearly trying not to smile, her cheeks warm. "You know exactly what I mean. Back then, you took advantage of me when I couldn't fight back. And now you want a repeat?"

Andrew let out a helpless laugh. "Come on, you seriously think that's what happened? You're going to give me a complex."

Shiloh bit back a smile, a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

Andrew knew she was messing with him, plain and simple.

They looked at each other for a quiet moment, and somewhere in that stillness, the air between them shifted.

Shiloh started off a little clumsily, just trying to keep up. But soon, her body grew warm, and she became more eager. The hands she had had clenched at her front slowly loosened, then wrapped around Andrew instead.

Their lips moved together, warm and urgent.

Andrew widened his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

Shiloh suddenly sensed something and flushed with embarrassment. "Idiot, we're done. You can get off me now, okay?"

Andrew felt a deep satisfaction. A beauty like her was the ultimate reward in life.

"One more time?" Andrew suggested.

Shiloh's face changed instantly. "Oh no! Andrew, you didn't use any protection. I won't get pregnant again, will I?"

Andrew hesitated. "I… I don't know."

Shiloh was mortified and punched him lightly. "No way! You're not getting me pregnant again. I only want one child."

Andrew laughed. "It's fine. I can afford to raise them."

Their eyes met, and Andrew felt that same rush of love and tenderness all over again.

Under Shiloh's half-pleading gaze, he pulled her close once more, and the night deepened around them.