Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Andrew did not deny it, saying, "You're right. It's precisely because of your official status that I've been looking out for you this whole time because of your official status."

Chantelle frowned and complained, "What's that thing poking into me from below?"

Andrew's face turned red as he stammered, "I-It's nothing! Let's get up-we can't stay cramped in here forever."

"Wait, let me see what's been jabbing me this whole time," Chantelle said, reaching down to grab Andrew's manhood.

"Mr. Lloyd, you're shameless, perverted, and disgusting!" she shouted, her face flushing as she pushed open the coffin lid and quickly climbed out.

Even if the Night Hag was outside, she could not care less anymore. This guy had actually gotten aroused while she was on top of him, which made her feel utterly humiliated.

Despite the danger outside and everyone being so tense, he could still get hard— what a perverted creep.

Andrew followed suit and climbed out of the coffin, feeling genuinely helpless about the whole situation.

After all, it was a man and a woman alone together in very close proximity. Most importantly, despite Chantelle's cold personality, she had an incredible figure that rivaled even Francesca's.

Her two large assets had been pressed against his chest while her entire body lay on top of him. With all that friction and movement, Andrew's natural reaction was completely beyond his control.

"Mr. Lloyd, I hope what just happened was a one-time thing and never happens again!" Chantelle warned him sternly.

Andrew shrugged and replied, "Even if you wanted a second time, I wouldn't be interested."

"You..." Ms. Garcia was nearly speechless with rage.

Andrew peeked out of the chamber toward the passage outside. The corridor was eerily quiet and pitch black, with no sign of the Night Hag for the moment. He no longer had a torch, though he still carried a flashlight.

However, Andrew did not dare turn it on easily, as bright light would likely attract the Night Hag's attention. He gestured for Chantelle to follow him as he used his phone's weak

backlight to feel his way toward the passage exit.

Just as they neared the entrance, his hand suddenly touched a mass of hair. At first, Andrew thought it belonged to Chantelle, but when he turned around, he saw a large clump of hair hanging between them as well.

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Chantelle covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming while pointing frantically upward. Andrew did not need her signal to understand the situation-he slowly looked up to see a grotesque face with no pupils and a twisted neck hanging less than three feet above their heads.

Andrew's eyes widened in shock, but he made no sound. After carefully avoiding

the dangling hair, he led Chantelle back into the passage.

This Night Hag was clever, having blocked the passage exit completely. Escape was impossible now that its hanging hair had sealed off the corridor entrance, and any significant movement would cause the creature to attack immediately.

"What do we do?" Chantelle whispered once they returned to the chamber. Andrew pondered for a moment before shaking his head, indicating he had no good solution for now.

The two stood there helplessly, unsure of their next move.noveldrama

Chantelle gradually became restless, occasionally glancing toward the passage entrance, where the Night Hag remained hidden above, its hair still blocking their escape route.

Just as Andrew was about to tell her to stop fidgeting, a crack echoed through the chamber. The lid of another stone coffin beside the one they had hidden in began to open slowly, and a blood-covered hand emerged from within.