Chapter 61
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Andrea rushed toward Caesar's stone house, but was stopped just as she was about to enter Caesar's yard.
T-boy stood in front of Andrea, saying, "Andrea, I can't let you in."
Andrea incredulously pulled T-boy's arm away: "T-boy, do you know what you're saying?"
"I know exactly what I'm talking about." T looked at Andrea seriously, his expression devoid of any hint of joking.
"Go back, Andrea."
Seeing that T-boy wouldn't let go, Andrea glanced at the two teammates following behind T-boy, assessed the strength of both sides, and realized that she couldn't get through.
Then there's only one way.
Andrea walked a few meters and called out, "Amy, Amy! Where are you? Come out and see me!"
"Shut up, Andrea."
T-boy strode over aggressively and pounced on Andrea, pinning her to the ground.
Andrea lay on the ground, kicking T-shirt backward repeatedly.
"T-boy, you son of a bitch! We used to risk our lives together in Atlanta, and now you're stopping me from seeing Amy for your new boss, you bastard!"
Before Andrea could utter any more curses, the other two guards ran over and stuffed something into her mouth.
Andrea was furious and embarrassed, but she couldn't curse him out or fight him. All she could do was wait angrily for T-boy.
After tying Andrea up with rope, T-boy said irritably, "Damn it, Andrea, are you crazy?"
Andrea strained her facial muscles and glared fiercely at T-boy.
T wasn't angry. He simply picked up Andrea, intending to take her away. "Amy's fine. Nobody forced her. She did it willingly."
Andrea seemed to have been greatly insulted. She suddenly straightened up, broke free of the T-shirt, and fell heavily to the ground with a groan of pain.
This made T-boy laugh.
The wooden door of the stone house opened, and Amy came out wrapped in a bathrobe. Judging from her disheveled appearance, she had just been lying in bed.
"Andrea." Amy quickly walked over, looked at Andrea who was tied up, and then looked at T-boy standing next to her. "T-boy, can you tell me what happened?"
Before T could answer, Andrea struggled to her feet, her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at Amy.
Amy glanced at Andrea, somewhat confused by the meaning in her eyes, and could only look at T-boy.
T replied, "Andrea wanted to force her way into the stone house. Without the owner's permission and without any legitimate business, I cannot let her in."
"She wouldn't listen to reason, so I had no choice but to tie her up."
Amy nodded knowingly, then looked down at Andrea: "Andrea, this is your fault. What brings you here?"
As she spoke, Amy removed the foreign object from Andrea's mouth, allowing Andrea to finally speak.
"Why were you in Caesar's room?" Andrea was extremely angry. Why would her usually obedient sister do something so outrageous?
"Because I want to be with Caesar," Amy said matter-of-factly.
Amy's sincerity left Andrea speechless, unable to utter a word of reprimand or lecture.
Andrea paused for a moment before speaking, "You've only known Caesar for a few days, and you're already being so hasty?"
"But aren't you the same?" Amy tilted her head and looked at Andrea, asking in confusion.
After starting college, Amy often saw Andrea and knew Andrea's usual style. She was very open about relationships, but did Andrea think that Amy's serious choice of a partner was frivolous?
Andrea was speechless. Her face was flushed red, not for any other reason than shame, feeling that she had not set a good example for her sister.
"You'd better go and accept your punishment." Amy already understood Andrea's purpose, and after gagging Andrea, she looked at T-boy and said, "I've finished asking my questions. You can take Andrea to accept her punishment now."
T nodded blankly. He thought Amy would use her power as the boss's wife to force him to release Andrea, but he didn't expect Amy to be so reasonable.
Amy turned and left without looking at Andrea again. She felt that if you made a mistake, you should be punished. As for what constituted a mistake, it was of course the ranch rules set by Caesar.
Andrea stopped struggling and causing trouble, and was simply led to Carol, where she was given a hard job with no pay, only basic meals.
When Amy returned to the room, she took off her robe, hugged Caesar tightly, buried her head in his chest, took a deep breath, and showed a cute expression on her face.
"If you don't want Andrea to do hard labor, I can let her go," Caesar suggested, amused by Amy's lingering affectionate expression as he pinched her soft, bouncy cheek.
Amy squinted, enjoying Caesar's pinching like a kitten, then shook her head and opened her deep blue eyes: "Andrea needs to learn to accept new rules."
Andrea used to be a lawyer, skilled at finding loopholes in the rules, but the ranch doesn't need someone who exploits loopholes; it needs someone who does the work, not just talk.
Amy wants Andrea to accept the current state of the ranch as soon as possible so that she can survive.
Those who refuse to accept reality cannot survive in the apocalypse.
"Okay, okay."
Caesar didn't intend to test Amy; a little whims of power were permissible, and the matter itself didn't have much of an impact.
Just as Caesar was about to get dressed and go out to do his work, Amy blushed, looked up at him, her bright blue eyes sparkling with hope, and said timidly:
"Um, um, I want some more, is that okay?"
Amy is like a greedy kitten, wanting something but too shy to do so.
Caesar chuckled, nudged Amy's nose with his own, and asked gently, "Was once enough? Want to do it twice?"
"Ah!" Amy exclaimed, then her face lit up with delight. "That's great!"
"Little glutton!"
After a series of passionate encounters, nearly an hour had passed.
Caesar checked the time and realized it was getting late, so he quickly changed his clothes. Just as he was about to put them on, Amy grabbed his little hand.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't wear this, wear this." Amy took an outfit out of Caesar's wardrobe, which was obviously carefully coordinated.
Caesar looked into the wardrobe. What was once just a neat wardrobe was now folded neatly, with each piece of clothing arranged by season and style, making it much more pleasing to the eye than before.