Chapter 657

Just then, another message from Francesca came through. “Andrew, I want to sleep with you!”

She was not being coy anymore–just cutting straight to the point. Andrew sighed and replied with two simple words, “[Goodnight, Fran.]”

Yet, Francesca was not giving up so easily. “[I can’t sleep. Talk to me for a bit!]”

Andrew chose to ignore the message, knowing full well how dangerous late-night conversations with her could be. If he responded, there was a good chance she would show up at his place. And if that happened, he was not sure how much temptation he could resist.

Just then, another message popped up, “[Andrew, you jerk! What’s with the silent treatment? Are you really gonna ditch me after getting what you wanted?]” Francesca texted, clearly annoyed.

Andrew groaned and typed back quickly. “[Fran, it’s not what you think!]”

“[Oh, please,]” she retorted. “[I may have been a bit out of it that night, but my body doesn’t lie. You took my virginity, Andrew! You stole my first time!]”

Andrew winced and rubbed his temples. “[What do you want me to do? Give it back?]”

Francesca’s response came fast. “[I want… a second time!]”

Andrew’s scalp tingled as he read the message. He thought, “They say people get hooked after their first taste… Could she really be addicted already?”

He felt a headache forming. The whole situation was a giant misunderstanding, and now Francesca was coming on stronger than ever. With no other choice, Andrew shut off his phone and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, at the Stevens residence, Aspen’s room was still brightly lit. Outside the window, a shadow moved silently. A hunched figure slipped through and stepped into the room–Gordon.

“Mr. Woods, you’re back! Have you fully recovered?” Aspen asked excitedly.

Gordon snorted. “Recover? Do you think some punk like Andrew could actually injure me? I just had a temporary issue with my energy flow, that’s all.”

“Of course,” Aspen nodded. “With your strength, not even the entire martial world of Jayrodale would dare challenge you, let alone someone like Andrew.”

Gordon chuckled darkly. “So, what’s the plan? Do we deal with that punk from Madblade first or go after Andrew?”

“My suggestion,” he continued, “is to take out Andrew. That little bastard caused me trouble, and I can’t let that go unpunished.”

Aspen’s eyes gleamed coldly. “I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Woods. Andrew has become the biggest obstacle to my plans in Jayrodale.”

She added, “Every time I try to make a move, he gets in the way and humiliates me. That’s why I need you to take care of him. First thing tomorrow morning, I want you at Moonlit Sanctuary to teach him a lesson!”

Gordon’s gaze turned deadly. “Oh, it won’t just be a lesson. I’ll make sure Andrew understands the true meaning of pain.”

With that, he vaulted out the window and vanished into the night. Aspen lay back on her bed, a twisted smile on her face.

“Your time is up, Andrew,” she muttered. “I promised I’d make you pay, and I always keep my promises.”

The next morning, Andrew woke up, turned his phone back on, and was immediately bombarded with a flood of messages from Francesca.

“[Andrew, why didn’t you reply? Did you fall asleep?]”

“[Are you ignoring me on purpose? You don’t want to talk to me anymore?]”

“[If you don’t answer, I’ll come to your villa at the top of Moonlit Sanctuary myself!]”

“[Wow, Andrew. I knew you were a jerk, but now you’re ghosting me too? You’re just another heartless player who runs after getting what he wants!]”

“[Andrew, I can’t sleep. I need you here with me…]”

“[Andrew, I’m pregnant. You better figure out what to do about it!]”

Andrew stared at the messages, caught between exasperation and amusement. Francesca was like a relentless little devil, always stirring up trouble.

Still, he was not worried. After all, they did not have sex.