The awkward silence lasted for almost half an hour. Eventually, Aspen regained enough strength in her legs to move again. Without a word and her face icy cold, she reached for the car door, desperate to leave.

Andrew quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "I'll drive you home so you can change clothes. Especially your skirt and stockings—they're completely soaked."

Aspen immediately blushed crimson, embarrassment flooding up her neck and across her cheeks. She ground her teeth angrily and snapped, "No need!"

Andrew ignored her protests completely, starting the Ferrari and driving straight back to The Sovereign Residences.

Neither said a word during the entire drive.

Andrew genuinely did not know what to say. Everything had been perfectly normal until he suddenly crossed the line with Aspen.

It was just like those old movies, where the wealthy guy ended up sleeping with his favorite maid. Technically, Andrew had not done anything wrong; Aspen was his slave, after all.

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