Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1333

Blushing furiously, Aspen grabbed a towel and hurried into the bathroom.

On the other hand, Andrew rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on. Not being able to control his desires was a mistake any man could make. Hopefully, when he explained this to Lauren and Francesca one day, they would understand.

Thinking it over, he believed they probably would. After all, this was a mistake every man found hard to avoid.

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Once he was done freshening up, Andrew headed downstairs, stepping into one of the official cars waiting outside. Meanwhile, Aspen joined Dylan and Natasha in another car, heading out to pick up the Stevens family.

Chantelle sat beside Andrew in the back seat. Unbothered by the driver's presence in the front, she shot him a sharp, mocking smile and said, "Mr. Lloyd, I didn't expect someone as vigorous as you to look so drained this morning."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Do I look tired to you?"

Chantelle's smirk deepened. "Come on, you and your little servant must've gone at it for hours last night, right? Don't tell me you didn't get worn out—you look like you've been completely drained."

Andrew snorted. "Drained? Ms. Garcia, you can always test me yourself."

Chantelle froze for a moment. Then, her eyes narrowed as she realized what he meant. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly recovered, her tone turning sharp. "The Grand Medical Summit is today. You should be at your peak, not wasting your energy the night before. I hope you won't hold us back today!"

Andrew's expression remained calm. "You're exaggerating. I just got a bit less sleep than usual. As for my energy, don't worry. If I really need it, I can just take a few pills."

Chantelle's eyes widened. "Andrew… are you even a real man? You need pills just to handle a girl?"

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm talking about supplements, not Viagra."

With that, he pulled out two bright yellow-orange pills from his pocket and popped them into his mouth. The potent medicine instantly spread through his body, restoring his slightly sluggish spirit to peak form.

Chantelle's eyes sharpened, clearly intrigued. "T-Those are Titan Essence Pills, aren't they?"

Andrew gave a slight nod.

Andrew shrugged. "You say that now, but you're just like my little servant was—all uptight and man-hating before she got a taste. But once you get a real taste, you might find yourself craving it, day and night."

Chantelle scoffed. "I'm nothing like Aspen. That girl's twisted nature isn't something you've fully unleashed yet. Mark my words, Andrew—once Stockholm syndrome reaches its peak, Aspen will turn into exactly what you just described—a girl who can't get enough, day in and day out. She'll drain you dry."

Andrew blinked, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Seriously? You think Aspen is that intense?"

He wondered if she could actually be worse than Francesca.

Just then, the blaring sound of loud music cut through the air, jolting them both. Andrew looked out the window and realized they had arrived at the Grand Medical Summit.

The stands on one side of the venue were packed with VIPs, while the other three sides were swarming with excited spectators.

It was extremely lively.