Blushing furiously, Aspen grabbed a towel and hurried into the bathroom.

On the other hand, Andrew rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on. Not being able to control his desires was a mistake any man could make. Hopefully, when he explained this to Lauren and Francesca one day, they would understand.

Thinking it over, he believed they probably would. After all, this was a mistake every man found hard to avoid.

…

Once he was done freshening up, Andrew headed downstairs, stepping into one of the official cars waiting outside. Meanwhile, Aspen joined Dylan and Natasha in another car, heading out to pick up the Stevens family.

Chantelle sat beside Andrew in the back seat. Unbothered by the driver's presence in the front, she shot him a sharp, mocking smile and said, "Mr. Lloyd, I didn't expect someone as vigorous as you to look so drained this morning."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Do I look tired to you?"

Chantelle's smirk deepened. "Come on, you and your litt