#Chapter 225 The Drunken Confrontation

That night, Noah and I had hamburgers for dinner while Jeffrey patrolled the outside perimeter. I told Jeffrey that he would probably be dismissed from guarding me now that Andrew and I had broken up, but Jeffrey only insisted that he stay on duty until he was directly told otherwise. This made Noah a bit uncomfortable, but as long as I was okay with it, he would allow it. Noah and I were down to our last few bites when a pounding came at the door. We exchanged looks and shrugged. Neither of us were expecting a visitor, and Jeffrey would have just walked inside. “Crystal!” Andrew’s voice called from the other side of the door. “Crystal, I know you’re in there! Open up!” Noah and I stood up at the same time. I motioned for him to sit back down, but he shook his head. “No,” he said firmly. “This is my house. I will not hide in it.” I was a bit surprised by this sudden display of authority and strength in Noah, but I nodded and followed him. The pounding continued as we approached t