Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1092

Andrew's room was Room 9527. He unlocked the door and laid Aspen gently on the bed. As usual, he checked the space thoroughly to make sure everything was secure before preparing to lie down and get some rest.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes, he noticed Aspen's body burning up with fever.

Andrew cursed under his breath, 'Great… Now she has a high fever.'

Nonetheless, he knew that for someone with a weaker constitution, this kind of fever after sustaining injuries was normal since the immune system would be completely worn down. He fetched some ice and started cold compresses to bring her temperature down.

Yet, even after trying for a while, Andrew realized it was not helping much at all. Left with no better option, he had to resort to the last resort of stripping Aspen down completely.

Since they had left in a rush earlier, she'd only had on a thin top, which made it easy for Andrew to pull it off. Her chest was now completely exposed, and her perky little breasts bounced teasingly in front of him.

For a second, Andrew felt a wave of heat rush to his head from the view.

'Focus,' he reminded himself. 'A proper master doesn't just mess around with his servant whenever he pleases.'

After giving himself that internal pep talk, Andrew reached for her tight jeans and peeled those off too. He let out a quiet sigh of relief that she was not wearing a miniskirt with thigh-high stockings. He was unsure if he would survive that temptation.

Once Aspen was completely undressed, her body temperature finally started to come down.

Only then did Andrew notice how shapely her legs really were. They were long and lean—classic beauty essentials. She reminded him of Lauren, who also had those long, fair, runway-worthy legs. The only difference was that Lauren had a rounder, perkier backside.

On the other hand, Aspen was more like a delicate girl next door, stripped down and vulnerable. Nothing about her body screamed "extra", but everything was just right in every place. It was the kind of figure that came together in perfect harmony—not an inch too much or too little.