The morning began with Andrew waking to the sight of Eva still fast asleep, her soft features illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the curtains. His heart swelled with love as he kissed her forehead gently. "Let’s meet in the office, sweetheart," he whispered before leaving a note on her nightstand and heading out.

When Eva woke, her heart fluttered at the sight of Andrew’s note. "Love, Andrew." She smiled, quickly getting ready to face the day. Little did she know, the day would be anything but ordinary.

At the Foster Mansion, Jessica and Irene were already at odds. Jessica’s smug demeanor clashed sharply with Irene’s fiery personality.

“Irene King, why are you even here?” Jessica sneered, lounging on the couch.

Irene’s patience snapped. “You have some nerve showing up here after all the trouble you caused!”

Jessica smirked, unfazed. “Trouble? I’m here to reclaim what’s mine, starting with Andrew.”

The room erupted as Irene lunged, landing a slap that echoed through the mansion. Before Jessica could retaliate, Tristan entered, his cold gaze silencing the chaos.

“Jessica, you’re here uninvited,” he said icily. “Don’t push your luck.”

Jessica feigned innocence, but Tristan wasn’t buying it. "Dad isn’t here to cover for your antics. And for the record, I only have two sisters—Mia and Eva."

Camilla attempted to intervene, playing the victim, but Tristan’s steely glare cut through her performance. “Save it,” he warned. “We’ll deal with you and Jessica soon enough.”

Later in the day at Kings Corp, Eva arrived with Andrew’s note still replaying in her mind. However, her pleasant mood shattered when she entered Andrew’s office to find Jessica there, seated close and acting intimately.

“How dare you enter without knocking!” Jessica spat, raising a hand as if to slap Eva.

“Leave it,” Andrew said coldly. “She’s here for work.”

Eva froze, her heart sinking at his detached tone. Spotting her desk missing from its usual spot, she asked quietly, “Sir, where’s my desk?”

“Where it was before,” Andrew replied dismissively.

Jessica’s smirk widened as Eva nodded and left, trying to maintain her composure. Alone in her old office, Eva let her frustration boil over, kicking the trash can and muttering, “I hate this. I can’t tell if he’s acting with me or her.”

Later, determined to confront Andrew, Eva knocked on his office door with newfound resolve.

“Come in,” came his cold reply.

Eva entered, recited his schedule emotionlessly, and turned to leave. But Andrew’s sharp voice stopped her.

“Did I tell you to leave?”

“No, but my work is done,” she replied flatly.

Andrew approached, his commanding presence making her back up until she stumbled onto the office couch.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, wide-eyed.

“A little office romance,” he said, loosening his tie with a playful wink. “Don’t cry about unnecessary things. I meant every word I said last night.”

“But you yelled at me in front of her,” Eva said, her voice trembling with hurt.

Andrew sighed, his expression softening as he sat beside her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said earnestly, taking in her beautiful, tear-streaked face.

Eva accepted his apology with a small nod, but when she tried to stand, he held her in place. “Where are you going?” he teased with a mischievous smile.

“Pervert,” she huffed, lightly smacking his chest.

“Ouch!” Andrew pretended to wince, making Eva laugh. But her laughter was cut short as his lips captured hers in a warm, lingering kiss.

Andrew deepened the kiss, his hands exploring her thighs as she shivered under his touch. His fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, sending a thrilling jolt through her body. Eva broke the kiss, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed a deep pink.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Andrew said softly, his lips brushing hers once more. Expertly, he unbuttoned her blouse just enough to reveal the black lace of her bra. His darkened gaze filled with desire as he trailed feathery kisses across her exposed skin.

Eva moaned softly, but reality crashed back when she remembered they were in the office. “Andrew, stop,” she whispered. “We’re at work.”

“So?” he pouted, his hand tracing along the edge of her panties. “I want you now.”

Eva’s widened eyes and serious tone made him stop. “I don’t want my first time to be in the office.”

Andrew sighed, his frustration evident, but he nodded. “Tonight then. At your place?”

Eva hesitated but eventually nodded shyly. “Okay.”

Satisfied, Andrew kissed her again, savoring her taste. When he bit her lip playfully, Eva yelped and pushed him away. “Enough, Andrew. Look at me—I’m a mess!”

Andrew smirked, completely unbothered by her disheveled state. “Are you upset because I’m still fully dressed?”

“You’re insufferable!” Eva retorted, fixing her blouse. “I’m going back to work.”

Andrew watched her with an amused grin, his heart swelling with love. “See you tonight, sweetheart,” he called after her.

As Eva left, Andrew’s smirk faded into a determined expression. Jessica won’t know what hit her. Tonight isn’t just about love—it’s about trust, and I’ll make sure Eva knows she has my whole heart.