Chapter 1328

On the drive back, Andrew, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and asked, “What did your mom say when she called you aside?”

Aspen stared straight ahead and replied coldly, “She wants me to return to Bridgefields with them. She also said I’m not getting any younger, and once I’m back, I should get married.”

Andrew nodded, “Indeed, you are at a marriageable age.”

Aspen sneered. “Whether I get married or not is my business. It has nothing to do with you, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

Andrew’s face immediately twitched. He thought Aspen’s temper was getting worse by the day, and she was becoming more defiant.

After a brief pause, he said, “If you really don’t want to go back to Bridgefields, I can talk to your parents for you.”

Aspen responded flatly, “No need. Who said I don’t want to go back? After being your workhorse for so long, it’s about time I returned to my life as a proper heiress.”

Andrew frowned. “Aspen, are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now? Being a workhorse? Is that really how you see it?”

Aspen gritted her teeth, her pale cheeks twitching with suppressed anger. However, she stayed silent.

Andrew continued, “Alright, after tomorrow’s Grand Medical Summit, I’ll ask you again where you really stand. If you still want to leave, I’ll make sure you return to Bridgefields in style.”

Aspen let out a mocking laugh. “And what’s that supposed to be? A grand farewell for your discarded servant? A case of ‘use and discard’?”

Andrew chuckled. “Use and discard? You really like to twist words, don’t you? You’re not some heartbroken girl I toyed with and then threw away.”

Aspen snapped, “Andrew, you’ve spanked me, groped my chest–and you say that’s not playing with me? What’s next? You want to go all the way before it counts as ‘playing’?”

Her sudden outburst caught Andrew off guard. He did not expect her to suddenly explode on him out of nowhere. Moreover, what was with those bold words?

Eventually, Andrew conceded and said, “Alright, fine. Yes, I did spank you, and I might have copped a feel once or twice. But I swear, I never touched your chest!”

Aspen let out a derisive snort. “Like there’s a difference! It’s all the same–you’re a certified pervert!”

Andrew’s face turned serious. “Of course there’s a difference! If I haven’t touched, then I haven’t touched. But if you want me to, pull over into that little grove up ahead, and I’ll make it official. I’ll make sure you never say I haven’t touched you again.”

What kind of twisted logic was that?

Aspen burst out laughing despite herself, her cheeks flushed. She hissed, “Get lost!”

She stomped on the gas, the Ferrari roaring as it sped back to Serenity Villa.

Before Andrew could say another word, Aspen stormed out of the car, slammed the door, and retreated to her room, locking the door with a resounding bang.

“Dammit!” Andrew cursed under his breath, his mood soured.

The Grand Medical Summit was only a night away. Just then, Andrew’s phone rang—it was Malcolm and Francesca, both calling to remind him to rest up and give his best performance tomorrow.

“Once the summit is over, I’ll come over and stay with you. I can’t wait any longer!” Francesca whispered, hanging up with a teasing giggle.

After a cold shower, Andrew felt a bit calmer. However, his phone rang again–this time, it was Derek and Chantelle.

Derek’s call was brief, just some small talk and words of encouragement, telling him to teach the people at Advanced Medical Institute a lesson. He even praised Andrew for the recent project completed by Supreme Capital Group, hinting at more high-profile collaborations to come.

Then came Chantelle. She said, “Mr. Lloyd, I wish you a triumphant victory tomorrow!”

For once, she seemed sincere.

However, Andrew was not in the mood. He replied coldly, “Ms. Garcia, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to rest.”

Chantelle’s tone turned sharp. “Mr. Lloyd, are you taking your frustrations out on me just because someone else pissed you off?”

Andrew’s patience snapped. “Why do you talk so much? I’m hanging up.”

Chantelle sneered. “Wait! You didn’t get into a fight with that little servant of yours, did you?”

Andrew barked back, “Mind your own damn business!”

He hung up without another word.

On the other end, Chantelle raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She opened her laptop and quickly sent a video call request to Aspen.

Aspen lay sprawled on her bed, utterly exhausted. Having kicked off her heels, her flawless legs, wrapped in sheer stockings, shifted restlessly on the sheets as she rolled back and forth, trying to calm her racing thoughts.