Ashley’s heart thudded as disbelief consumed her. But what truly hurt her pride was the fact that Primo beat her using only two of his small fingers.
TWO!
"You—" she turned to him, eyes burning as if she were ready to pick a fight with him.
But as she turned, she caught sight of Lucian and Nolan near the door. Her mouth dropped open, while Primo looked back, flinching upon seeing his father.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Lucian asked as he marched toward them, reaching for Ashley’s arm and forcibly pulling her up.
"Ah—" she winced, looking up at him in confusion.
He looked angry, which reminded her of the first time she escaped. With how many times she had tried to escape, Lucian seemed to have gotten used to it. So he didn’t look as angry as he had the first time.
Who would have thought hanging out with Primo would make her see this look on his face again?
"Why are you angry at me?" she asked with a deep frown, then shamelessly pointed at the boy. "Scold him this time. I’m innocent!"
Primo felt his entire body stiffen as he looked at the petty Ashley.
How could she push the blame on him?
The boy gulped as he carefully looked up at his father, barely catching Lucian’s glance in his direction.
"Come with me," Lucian said through clenched teeth, his grip on her shoulder tight. Then he shot Nolan a look. "Stay with him."
Nolan could only lower his head while the boss dragged Ashley away from the room. But when Nolan peeked, all he saw was Ashley raising two of her fingers and pointing them at her eyes before pointing them in Primo’s direction.
Instead of protesting like usual, she even managed to mouth, I’m not done with you yet.
Nolan furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on Ashley. Then he shifted his gaze to the little master, whose lips were pressed into a tight line.
"Young Master," he called, expecting Primo to throw a tantrum or jump back into his bed.
But instead, Primo puffed his chest and huffed, as if accepting Ashley’s challenge.
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"Wait!" Ashley almost whimpered as she felt like her shoulder was about to come off with how hard Lucian pulled her. "You’re hurting me—"
Before she could finish, he yanked her forward, spinning her until she faced him. Lucian breathed out heavily, his naturally sharp eyes glinting while she rubbed her shoulder.
"Primo?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "You’re coming after him now?"
"What?"
"I told you." He grabbed her arm again and tugged it, barely restraining himself from completely seeing red. "He’s not your concern."
Ashley frowned, keeping her displeased eyes on him. This was why she said their first marriage was simply toxic. They never tried to understand each other, and Lucian had violent tendencies — especially when it came to Primo. She couldn’t blame him, though, considering all of her actions so far.
"A— you," he huffed as his grip on her arm loosened. "I don’t care what you do, but Primo—"
The rest of Lucian’s words stopped short in his throat when she suddenly jumped, taking advantage of his loosened hold. She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes. Fortunately, he was leaning slightly forward, or it would have been impossible.
She grinned. Their faces were only inches apart.



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