#Chapter 136 Crocodile Tears

After the failed press conference, Andrew decided to take a day to work from home and spend some time with me. He thought that we needed some time together, and since he couldn’t officially take any time off, he figured that working from the mansion would be the closest that he could get. If he wanted to halfway play hooky, I certainly wasn’t going to object. We cuddled in the home theater that morning, watching some trashy reality show and eating bowls of dry cereal. It was such a serene scene. I couldn’t have been more content than I was right then, in Andrew’s arms. Then his text alert sounded. I groaned as he retracted his arm from my shoulders and reached for his phone. His grip on the phone tightened as he read the message, his lips set in a firm line across his face. I knew that it had to be another message from Dennis. “What now?” I asked. Andrew did not answer. Instead, he reached for the remote and changed the channel to a popular morning show called Good Morning, Day-Wa