Aspen said, "You're the one who killed Seth. The Haywoods are going to target you first—so you'd better leave now while you still can!"

Andrew said nothing. Instead, he walked toward her slowly, one step at a time.

Aspen frowned and instinctively took a step back. The space between them was too close for comfort, and it made her uneasy.

However, Andrew did not stop—he kept moving in, ignoring her resistance entirely.

Aspen soon found herself backed up against the wall. Her expression turned cold as she snapped, "What are you doing?"

Andrew leaned in, towering over her. "Aspen, something's off with you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are… worried about my safety, aren't you?"

Aspen shoved him hard, her face flushing as she barked, "I wasn't joking just now! If you're not taking this seriously, then just forget I said anything!"

Her heart was pounding. For a second, she thought Andrew was going to kiss her. If he had, she would have bitten his tongue off without hes