As he spoke, Heimdall stepped back from the teleportation array.
"This guy really is a handful. How are we supposed to find Thor on Earth?"
The warrior with the sword shook his head.
The group turned toward the teleportation platform, only to see that Heimdall had left the priceless sword used for teleportation behind.
"Let's go!"
It was 9 o'clock in the morning in New York. The sun shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow on Andrew's drowsy face. His once-neat clothes were now rumpled and stained.
Despite working through the night, Wendy's dedication as a nanny had her up at six in the morning, like always.
Andrew stretched lazily. Without his usual morning kiss, he wandered out of the bedroom, looking mildly disgruntled.
In the living room, Wendy was mopping the floor. She wore a simple white camisole and a pair of fitted purple workout pants.
Though it was just casual loungewear, it hugged her graceful figure in an irresistibly eye-catching way.
Her hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, and her naturally beautiful face, free of makeup, looked radiant. The soft smile on her lips filled the room with warmth.
"Boss, you're up early," she greeted him with a smile.
She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Look at this," Andrew said, pulling a bouquet of roses from behind his back.
Wendy froze, eyes wide, her lips slightly parted as she stared at the flowers.
After a few seconds, she snapped out of it, eagerly taking the bouquet from him.
"They're beautiful. Thank you, Boss."
Though she was holding the flowers, her eyes were fixed on Andrew, full of affection.
"Do you like them?" he asked.
Wendy bent her knees slightly and gave a graceful Western-style curtsy. She looked like a girl receiving a gift from her first love—her face radiant, eyes narrowing with joy, lips curling into a smile. The dimples on her cheeks sparkled like little stars.
At that moment, she felt like more than just a tool for Andrew's desires. She felt like his woman.
Andrew's mood lifted just watching her.
"So, how are you going to reward me?" he teased.
With excitement brimming, Wendy threw her arms around him, cradled his face, and planted a flurry of kisses all over.
"Thank you, my dearest Boss!"
"Alright, alright, now my face is soaked," Andrew said, pretending to complain.
"Mwah!" She gave him one last exaggerated kiss, then giggled happily.
"This is perfect. Waking up to flowers from my Boss… I feel so lucky! Thank you, my precious Boss."
She was brimming with energy, more like a joyful girl than the sultry woman she often pretended to be.
Seeing the delight on her face, Andrew suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms by the waist, and said warmly,
"As long as you're happy, I'd pull the moon down for you. And this is just the beginning—there are more surprises to come."
Wendy fell silent for a moment. Her smile softened as she wrapped her arms, still holding the bouquet gently around his neck. In a sweet, quiet voice, she said,
"I don't need surprises. I just want you to be safe every day. That's what makes me happiest."
Her eyes began to glisten, on the verge of tears.
They looked like a couple lost in love.
Andrew couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her soft cheeks several more times. Their foreheads pressed together, he held back the desire to kiss her lips and whispered,
"As long as I have you, I'm already fulfilled."
Wendy hugged him tightly from behind, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Boss. Don't say anything more, or I'll start crying," she murmured.
Her voice trembled slightly, but she didn't loosen her grip.
Even though Andrew's hands wandered a bit, the moment still felt full of warmth.
A minute passed before she finally let go. Her tear-streaked face was still bright with a gentle smile as she wiped her nose and said,
"Ugh, how embarrassing. Alright, alright, time for breakfast. Can't let my Boss be late for work!"
Seeing the tenderness on her face, Andrew was glad he hadn't given in to impulse. What he truly longed for was a woman who could love him wholeheartedly not just someone to warm his bed.
"By the way, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"My legs are sore. I barely got out of bed this morning."
"Sounds like you need a good dose of protein to recover," Andrew said, smirking.
"Hmph! I already got plenty last night," she mumbled, cheeks flushing, clearly thinking of something intimate.
During breakfast, Wendy playfully asked Andrew to feed her. Maybe it was the flowers, she didn't seem as reserved as before.
Instead, she acted like a sweet little wife, using her chopsticks to pick up a piece of toast and feed it to him. Andrew happily returned the gesture, picking up a piece of steamed bun with his fingers and feeding her in return.
Wendy leaned in, eyes full of affection, lips parting to receive the bite with a smile.
Strangely, none of it felt awkward. Everything flowed naturally between them.
The mirror reflected their closeness. Andrew's arm around her waist, Wendy clinging tightly to him.
With her arms around his neck, her captivating beauty and seductive curves made them look like a couple madly in love.
Looking into her gorgeous face, Andrew couldn't stop himself from kissing her cheeks again and again. With their foreheads gently touching, he whispered,
"Wendy, how can you be this beautiful… this enchanting?"
"No matter how pretty I am, I'll always belong to my Boss," Wendy replied, wrinkling her nose playfully.
After breakfast, Andrew held her delicate hand and asked,
"Wendy, want to go shopping today?"
Her eyes lit up.
"Yes! I haven't really gone out shopping since I came to America. I've only seen how glamorous it is in movies."
"Then go get dressed. I'll wait downstairs," Andrew said, giving her hand a gentle pat.
Soon, Wendy returned wearing the same yellow dress from yesterday.
"That one's too old. Pick something else," Andrew said.
Normally, he didn't care what his companion wore, but if it looked outdated, it would reflect poorly on him.
(End of Chapter)
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