Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1092 Andrew's room was Room 9527.

He unlocked the door and laid Aspen gently on the bed.

As usual, he checked the space thoroughly to make sure everything was secure before preparing to lie down and get some rest.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes, he noticed Aspen's body burning up with fever.

Andrew cursed under his breath, Great...

Now she has a high fever.

Nonetheless, he knew that for someone with a weaker constitution, this kind of fever after sustaining injuries was normal since the immune system would be completely worn down.

He fetched some ice and started cold compresses to bring her temperature down.

Yet, even after trying for a while, Andrew realized it was not helping much at all.

Left with no better option, he had to resort to the last resort of stripping Aspen down completely.

Since they had left in a rush earlier, she'd only had on a thin top, which made it easy for Andrew to pull it off.

Her chest was now completely exposed, and her perky little breasts bounced teasingly in front of him.

For a second, Andrew felt a wave of heat rush to his head from the view.

'Focus,' he

master doesn't just mess around with his servant whenever he pleases.' After giving himself that internal pep talk, Andrew reached for her tight jeans and peeled those off

a quiet sigh of relief that

was unsure if he would survive that

her body temperature finally

did Andrew notice how shapely her

were long and leanclassic

also had

that Lauren had

other hand, Aspen was more like a

her body screamed " extra", but everything was just right

of figure that came together in perfect

his body, Andrew turned off the lights and collapsed

was a billionaire CEO of an investment firm sleeping on a couch instead of booking a separate room? Why did a handsome, wealthy man choose not to share a bed

would have been boring since he would miss out on all the visual perks

into bed with her right

Aspen could have been his with just a snap of his fingers, but forcing things was not his

unfold naturally? That was the true art and

Andrew drifted off into sleep, Christina sent Quinton

the three of us.] Itwas short, straight to the

read it, then chuckled