Giving an awkward look to Ashley, Andrew said calmly, "I wasn't able to hold the plate firmly."
Looking down at the shattered pieces of plate on the floor, Ashley said quickly, "Well, it's okay. I know you're not good at doing housework.
Are you all right?"
"I'm okay. I'll just finish washing the dishes. Just wait for me in the living room," Andrew replied in a low voice.
Although Andrew had said that he was fine, Ashley was still worried about him and wanted to stay with him in the kitchen.
On the contrary, Andrew didn't want Ashley to see him washing the dishes so clumsily. So he found an excuse and asked her to leave.
Ashley was left with no choice and felt awkward to insist on staying at the kitchen. She slowly made her way to the living room. But hardly had Ashley entered the living room when she heard a loud "bang" again.
'What a stubborn man! I don't know how to help you, ' she thought.
A little annoyed this time, Andrew looked at the dishes in the sink angrily, as if he was glaring at his enemies.
A weak smile flashed across Ashley's face when she saw the expression on Andrew's face. Then with a low and soothing voice, she said emphatically, "Let me help you." Then she rolled up her sleeves and went straight to the sink.
However, Andrew stopped her and said, "You don't need to do that. I'll just have the servant come tomorrow."
Astounded at Andrew's actions, Ashley was held speechless. Seized by Andrew by the hand, she didn't argue anymore and had to follow him upstairs.
When they reached the bedroom, Andrew immediately shut the door and secured it with a lock. Ashley glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that it was already nine o'clock. No wonder she felt so tired and began to yawn.
Rummaging through her suitcase, she took her nightgown out. Ashley was about to enter the bathroom for a shower when Andrew stopped her.
"Wait a minute," Andrew said suddenly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her seriously with furrowed brows.
"What's wrong?" Ashley asked.
"Where are you going?" Andrew pursed his lips and frowned.
"I'm going to take a shower." Thinking about what was so unusual with taking a shower before going to bed, Ashley was a bit confused.
After keeping silent for a while, Andrew came to Ashley and said, "Let's go."
Staring at Andrew with puzzled eyes, Ashley asked, "Where are we going? Where do you want to take me?"
Looking at Ashley's hands, Andrew said flatly, "You can't touch water now.
So, come on, I'll help you to take a shower."
Taken aback, Ashley was surprised by what he said. 'Is he really such a lewd man?' she thought.
Frightened, Ashley stammered, "No, no, thank you. I can do that by myself. I'll be careful enough to keep my hand away from water."
Her cheeks flushed red. Ashley felt very embarrassed at the moment. If Andrew helped her to take a shower, it would be an incredible thing for her.
Without saying a word, Andrew looked at Ashley quietly.
Seeing that Andrew was staring at her fixedly, Ashley felt really uneasy and didn't know how to act properly under his gaze.
Despite the summer heat, the room was conditioned enough not to be so warm. Even if she didn't perspire a lot, she had the habit of taking a shower before going to bed. Otherwise, her skin would become greasy and this would make her uncomfortable.
'How could I hurt my hand at this critical moment?' she thought.
The both of them were held in a standoff for a while, but she finally conceded and said, "Uhmm, I've decided not to take a shower tonight."
She slowly walked away from Andrew and put her nightgown back in the suitcase. Ashley then seated herself on the bed with her back towards Andrew.
Looking at Ashley's back, Andrew felt a bit disappointed. A silly smile flashed on his face. He thought all the while that he could help her to take a shower.
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