The day before, Francesca had been suffering from the effects of the Enthralling Essence, almost completely drained of energy. Andrew thought it was shocking that she had enough strength to work so early in the morning.

Frowning, Andrew walked into the Moonlit Apothecary, headed straight upstairs, and arrived at his private office. Inside, Francesca was cleaning his desk, clearly struggling.

Thanks to her efforts, the desk was spotless.

Andrew approached her, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said irritably, "Who told you to do this? Stop. Your body isn't ready for this yet. You need to rest!"

Francesca jumped in surprise, quickly dropping the cloth and blushing. "Andrew, when did you come in? You scared me!"

Andrew looked at her seriously. "How do you feel? Is anything bothering you?"

Francesca shook her head quickly. "No, I've recovered well. I'm just a bit tired, but other than that, I'm fine."

Andrew was not convinced. "Come here. I need to check you out. I don't r