"Not bad. You look stunning," Andrew commented with a smirk.

Aspen silently cursed him for being a pervert. Though she was fully dressed now, her expression remained dark, and her mind kept flashing back to the thought that he might have touched every inch of her body—especially the most private parts.

Her skin crawled just thinking about it.

…

After a quiet breakfast downstairs, the two returned to the villa they had been staying in.

"Pack your things. We're leaving. It's not safe to stay here anymore," Andrew said casually.

Aspen frowned, feeling both annoyed and disappointed. "The house was perfect, and it was paid for, too. Such a waste, all thanks to you!"

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Then why don't you stay behind?"

Aspen's face went pale in an instant, and she did not dare argue further. At this point, she and Andrew were practically bound together—if she did not stick with him, she was not sure she would live to see the next day.

They gathered a few essentia