Deep into the night, everyone in Serenity Villa had already gone to bed.

However, a faint yellow glow seeped through Aspen's window—she was still awake.

Aspen glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight, less than five hours until dawn. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she just could not sleep.

Chantelle's words echoed in her mind like a cursed mantra, refusing to fade. And then, unbidden, her thoughts drifted to tomorrow's Grand Medical Summit. After that, she would be returning to Bridgefields with her parents.

Once they parted ways, she might never see the man sleeping in the next room again. The thought struck her heart like a sudden, sharp ache, leaving her chest tight and her mind restless.

Driven by a nervous, inexplicable urge, Aspen slipped out of her room. Her bare feet, pale against the cool, moonlit floor, moved quietly down the hallway. With each step, her heartbeat quickened until she found herself standing outside Andrew's bedroom door.

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