Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1330

Deep into the night, everyone in Serenity Villa had already gone to bed.

However, a faint yellow glow seeped through Aspen's window—she was still awake.

Aspen glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight, less than five hours until dawn. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she just could not sleep.

Chantelle's words echoed in her mind like a cursed mantra, refusing to fade. And then, unbidden, her thoughts drifted to tomorrow's Grand Medical Summit. After that, she would be returning to Bridgefields with her parents.

Once they parted ways, she might never see the man sleeping in the next room again. The thought struck her heart like a sudden, sharp ache, leaving her chest tight and her mind restless.

Driven by a nervous, inexplicable urge, Aspen slipped out of her room. Her bare feet, pale against the cool, moonlit floor, moved quietly down the hallway. With each step, her heartbeat quickened until she found herself standing outside Andrew's bedroom door.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out and slowly pushed it open. She had long since figured out that this man never bothered to lock his door at night.

On the large bed, Andrew lay fast asleep, his breathing deep and steady. Aspen's bare feet moved silently across the cold floor as she approached his bedside.

Even though she moved without making a sound, the moment she drew close, Andrew's eyes snapped open. Their gazes met and stayed locked in the dimly lit room.

"What are you doing?" Andrew sat up, his voice low and alert.

Aspen stood there in nothing but a low-cut silk nightgown, her hair slightly messy. Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning red, and her chest rose and fell beneath the thin fabric, the pale curves of her cleavage just visible.

Andrew frowned, thinking that something felt off. He could not help but wonder if Aspen was running a fever.

Aspen mumbled, "Andrew, I can't sleep."

"Can't sleep? And?"