In the faint light of dawn, Aspen slowly woke up back at the hotel. Her body ached, and a soft groan escaped her lips as she frowned from the soreness. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Andrew finally arriving at the villa to find her.

Everything else after that was a blur. However, she vaguely recalled him treating her wounds and undressing her.

When Aspen realized Andrew had undressed her, she bolted upright and flung the covers aside in a panic.

Her bare, pale body was fully exposed beneath the sheets, with bandages wrapped around her chest and lower abdomen.

She wondered how Andrew helped with the bandage, and if he had touched her. If he did, where did he touch?

Did he touch her chest, her thighs, or even her private part?

A sharp scream echoed through Room 9527, and Andrew jolted awake on the sofa, looking more irritated than surprised.

"What the hell? You moaning from a dream or something?"

Aspen scrambled to sit up, her face flushed with fu