Chapter 5 The Joy of the Bootlicker

Jane's POV

Andrew's questioning made my expression turn cold.

What was he trying to say?

On one hand, he ordered me to make coffee for Nancy, and on the other, he despised me for being too weak?

I shot back at him. "Then tell me, what should I do? You told me to make coffee for your first love, and now you're questioning me? Our contract doesn't say that I, as your contract wife, have to help you please other women, does it?"

My anger made Andrew's eyes light up.

Used to my obedience, Andrew was clearly surprised when he sensed my rebellion.

I didn't want to argue with him anymore and reached out to push him away.

But Andrew was strong. When I pushed him, he didn't budge at all.

He reached out and grabbed my slender arm.

He continued, "If you didn't want to make her coffee, you could have just said you don't know how. You've lived with the Lopez family for so long, and you still haven't learned to refuse?"

Hearing Andrew's accusation, I got even more upset.

I continued to confront Andrew. "If I said I don't know how, what if she told me to learn and make it for her? You'd still stand by her side and order me to make it."

"What makes you so sure I'd order you again?" Andrew's words were meaningless.

I let out a cold laugh and mocked him. "What makes me sure? Because you're a pathetic simp, a guy who only knows how to kiss up to his first love."

During these three years of contract marriage with Andrew, I'd been well-behaved and understanding, never saying a single harsh word to Andrew.

But today's events made me mock Andrew in every way.

Andrew's expression changed.

He asked, "In your eyes, I'm just a pathetic simp?"

I snorted coldly and continued, "What else? She dumped you four years ago, and you still remember all her preferences—what was it, lots of sugar in her coffee?"

"If she thinks coffee is bitter, she shouldn't drink it. Wanting to drink coffee but finding it bitter—isn't that just putting on an act? Everyone can see she's pretending, but you, the simp, eat it all up. And you have the nerve to blame me? On what grounds?"

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My anger made Andrew's expression change rapidly—first surprise, then a smile, followed by relaxation.

He raised the corner of his mouth at me and said, "Are you jealous?"

Andrew's words seemed to hit the mark, because when I saw Nancy and Andrew standing intimately together, my heart felt terrible.

I realized my heart might have crossed a line.

Having my feelings exposed by Andrew, I couldn't admit it. I pushed him again, preparing to take out the freshly ground coffee beans from the coffee machine.

Seeing me about to leave, Andrew grabbed my arm and pinned me against the break room counter, leaning down over me.

"Tell me, were you just jealous?" His face wore a smug smile.

I didn't want to answer his question and reached out to push him.

Unexpectedly, he went further and kissed me.

His sudden kiss startled me. What was Andrew trying to do?

Nancy was still outside, yet he dared to kiss me so boldly? Wasn't he afraid Nancy would discover his behavior?

I pushed hard against him, trying to keep my distance. We were about to get divorced—I didn't want anything to happen at this critical moment.

The more I pushed, the more excited Andrew seemed. One of his large hands unconsciously moved to my breasts.

He squeezed gently, making my body tense up. After three years as husband and wife, he knew exactly where my sensitive spots were.

"Andrew, are you crazy? Let me go."

As Andrew's kisses moved downward, I finally had space to breathe. I called Andrew's name with some intensity, trying to make him stay clear-headed.

Unfortunately, Andrew didn't let me go so easily.

Instead, his kisses became more forceful. Before long, I felt a faint pain at my collarbone. Looking down, I discovered Andrew had left a clear kiss mark on my collarbone.

Andrew teased me with a mischievous smile. "Let go? Aren't you saying one thing and meaning another? You were clearly enjoying it just now."

I didn't bother with him anymore and lifted my leg to kick between his legs. My knee had just touched his lower body when I felt his erect  cock.

Was Andrew some kind of beast?

We'd just made love this morning—how could he be aroused again?

Andrew was intensely aroused. He turned my body, using his legs to pin my waist, forcing me to look directly at his face.

Then he lowered his head, preparing to kiss me again.

Just then, Nancy's fake, affected voice came from outside the break room door.

"Andrew, where are you?"

Hearing Nancy's voice, Andrew instantly snapped back to reality. He suddenly pushed my body away, maintaining a safe distance from me.

Perhaps worried Nancy would discover something, he deliberately straightened his clothes, then adjusted his pants.

After doing all this, he responded toward the break room door.

"I'm here."

Watching Andrew's series of actions, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

Damn bastard—on one hand thinking about his so-called first love, on the other playing games with me. What the hell was Andrew anyway?

Not wanting to deal with him anymore, I turned to organize the coffee machine.

A moment later, Nancy's voice came from outside the break room door again.

"Andrew."

Perhaps feeling Nancy would find us soon, or worried Nancy would notice something, Andrew whispered to me, "I don't want Nancy to find out about what just happened. You know what to do."

After saying this, Andrew's footsteps paused beside me for two seconds.

Then he turned and left, opening the door.

My chest felt like a heavy stone was pressing on it, making me terribly uncomfortable.

After Andrew left, I slowly reached up and pulled up my collar, covering the hickey Andrew had left on my collarbone.

Outside the door, Nancy's voice came again.

"Andrew, why did you come to the break room?"

Andrew answered, "I came to check on the coffee. You like freshly ground coffee, so I told the household staff to be careful."

Andrew's words brought another wave of Nancy's self-moved emotions.

She said sweetly, "Andrew, thank you. I knew it—in this world, you're the only one who cares about me."

Nancy's affected statement made me want to vomit.

I wiped my mouth and walked out the door carrying the prepared coffee.

At that moment, Nancy and Andrew were standing not far from the break room. Andrew had one hand in his pocket, while Nancy was still tightly holding onto Andrew's arm.

I could tell she was using this to show off to me.