Chapter 690
Andrew smiled warmly. “Fran, you’ve really thought this through. What does Mr. Aicker think about it?”
Francesca nodded. “Grandpa agreed, but he asked me to check with you first. The Moonlit Apothecary is yours, after all. He doesn’t want to come here uninvited and cause trouble.”
He continued, “He’s also worried people might start gossiping that the Aickers are trying to take over your medical center.”
Andrew’s expression turned serious. “If Mr. Aicker feels that way, he’s being way too polite. Tell him the doors of the Moonlit Apothecary will always be open to him. Anytime he wants to come by, he’s more than welcome. He won’t just be a guest–he’ll be part of this place.”
Francesca’s eyes lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Andrew! Honestly, Grandpa’s always wanted to run a medical center like this–something prestigious and respected. But our family’s been struggling for years. Grandpa’s been saving every penny for Simon and us younger ones. He couldn’t bear to spend the money on himself.”
Lauren crossed her arms with a huff. “Simon was a disgusting traitor. The Aickers gave him everything, and he repaid that kindness by stealing from the family–and trying to drug and assault you, Fran.” She added, “Honestly, I think kicking him out was the best decision. Your grandfather shouldn’t feel guilty at all.”
Andrew’s gaze darkened. “Don’t worry. Simon won’t be a threat anymore. I destroyed his sexual organs during our last encounter. He lost everything. Even if he survives, he’ll be a hollow shell of a man–completely useless.”
Lauren’s eyes softened as she glanced at Francesca. “But Fran, you still look upset. Come on, cheer up! Remember, you promised me something if I guessed your idea correctly.”
Francesca immediately tensed up. “Wait… what do you mean? I only agreed if your condition wasn’t outrageous!”
Lauren tapped her chin with a delicate finger, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… what should I make you do? Ah! Got it. It’s simple, fun, and I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Francesca’s curiosity got the better of her. “What is it?”
Lauren’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in. “You can help me… by sleeping with Andrew.”
Francesca froze, her eyes going wide. “What?”
Lauren’s smile turned devilish. “Yep! My poor Dr. Lloyd has been so… neglected lately. He’s practically starving. I just can’t keep up with him, so I figured–why not let you step in?”
Francesca’s face flushed deep red. For a moment, she was speechless, then exploded. “Lauren! You pervert! Go to hell!” However, her heart was pounding, and she could not stop herself from sneaking a quick glance at Andrew.
She secretly cursed, ‘What a jerk! Acting all innocent after what happened between us. Total scumbag. Absolute player.’
Andrew groaned, rubbing his temples. “Will you two stop with the nonsense? And who the hell told you I was starving for… anything?”
Lauren and Francesca turned to face him at the exact same time.
“You are!” they declared in unison.
They blinked in surprise, realizing they had answered together. Their eyes met, and they both burst into laughter, giggling like mischievous teenagers.
Lauren grabbed Francesca’s hand. “Come on. Let’s talk in private.” She dragged Francesca into the next room, tossing a playful warning to Andrew over her shoulder. “No eavesdropping!”
Francesca whispered, “Lauren, is everything okay? Did Andrew do something to you?”