Andrea's eyes grew wide at Michael Song's request. Her lips shivered and her hands clenched into a fist. She could hear her husband say from the earpiece, "F**k that son of a bitch. How dare he even think about it - Andy? Babe. I hope he has not touched you. I swear to god, I don't know what I would do!"
She kept herself silent, holding down her anger.
"Let's have dinner. I can assure you, the meal is not infected," he sat as he stood up to make his way to the other side of the table.
He ate his meal calmly as he watched Andrea glaring at him. In the middle of his meal, he said, "Andy, don't think of retaliating. I am giving you the chance to live and still be with your family. My only condition is for you to be with me each time I come to China."
"What - what do you mean exactly by being yours," Andrea clarified. She had an inkling, but she wanted to know what she was about to get herself into, should she ever give in.
