Ashley slowly woke up from her slumber, but some confusion lingered in her mind.
She rubbed her eyes and surprised to see a thin quilt slide off her body.
Wasn't she in the car just now? Didn't he say that they were going to the company?
Why was she in bed?
Ashley sat up, taking stock of her surroundings. The bed she had just been sleeping in was big and soft, covered with crisp, clean white sheets.
It was just so comfortable that she wanted to just roll around in it and not get up.
She wanted one of her own.
Feeling dizzy, Ashley rubbed her temples gingerly. Maybe the slight headache was due to her long nap.
The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Ashley heard the sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard from outside.
Ashley recognized that she was in the lounge in Andrew's office.
So, they actually went to Andrew's company. Why did he bring her here?
Ashley slipped on her shoes and walked out.
Andrew was sitting on the chair next to the French window, his slender fingers busily typing on the keyboard of the computer in front of him.
He sat there with a serious expression on his face.
Like people said, serious men were on another level of handsomeness.
Ashley had always known that Andrew was an extremely good-looking man, or else he wouldn't have attracted so many women.
As if Andrew had sensed Ashley's presence, his fingers stopped and hovered over the keyboard, and his eyes suddenly met hers.
A wide smile interrupted the seriousness in his face at the sight of Ashley.
His smile was as warm as the spring breeze.
Andrew had always had a cold demeanor that tended to deter anyone around him of any attempts at getting close to him. In effect, other people thought that he was a stand-offish and indifferent man.
They were not wrong, though.
He only showed this kind of tenderness in front of Ashley.
Ashley was left in a daze, and Andrew walked over to her.
Ashley didn't even notice him approaching.
"You're awake now," Andrew gently remarked.
Ashley nodded.
"Yes."
Ashley didn't fully snap out of her befuddlement until Andrew's handsome face hovered close over hers—only to lose her senses again as he flashed her a gentle smile.
Ashley lowered her gaze, away from Andrew's and asked, "Didn't you say we were going to the office? Why am I here?"
Andrew slid his arm around Ashley and sat on the sofa, pulling her so that she could sit on his lap.
It was a cozy scene, and the two of them were intimate the way couple were supposed to be.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Ashley fidgeted within the circle of Andrew's arms. It was not the first time that they had been so close, but she still felt a little embarrassed.
"Honey, don't move," Andrew warned in her ear.
Ashley stopped moving because she knew what would happen if she continued to do so.
She wasn't sure that she could deal with Andrew's fiery passion if she happened to awaken it.
"We are in the office. Mine."
Ashley looked at Andrew, confusion evident in her eyes.
The question that she had asked Andrew suddenly occurred to her.
Ashley frowned. Her memory wasn't serving her well today.
Ashley said helplessly, "I meant I wanted to go to my office. I didn't go to work yesterday, so I'm sure that I have a lot of stuff to deal with today."
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