Ouch! my ceo fiancé fell for his maid by Lisa alman novel Chapter 19

19- Bitter lesson

Ashley’s pov

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me that you don’t know your husband. You did not marry Sean. You married Justin.”

I blinked my eyes and then smirked sarcastically, “Oh. Really? You must be out of your fuckin mind.” I shot in frustration. She did not like it but chose to ignore it.

“You can think as you like. By the way, do let me know if you need anything.” She placed her hand on the same cheek where Justin just touched it, “Take care!” She said politely and then lifting on her toes she kissed Justin on his cheek, “I love you, sweetheart!”

Justin did not respond to her and kept standing avoiding eye contact. Sarah had left the room.

“Jus.. Justin. I … I know she was lying. You … You don’t need to worry about anything. I … I believe you. I … I t… trust you.” I gulped my spit and wiped the sweat off my palms by rubbing them to my skirt.

“Ash…”

“Shh.” I wrapped my arms around him and placed my forehead on his chest. I knew Sarah was lying. She wanted to create a rift between us.

I won’t let her succeed. Justin can’t be …

No.

“Just tell me that you are not my husband. I will believe you, Justin. You are the only one I want to believe Justin. You are the only friend here. You are better than the rest of them.”

I kept blabbering looking down at his shoes just waiting for him to refuse everything that Sarah said. I felt his arms around me, and a smile crept on my lips.

“Kitten!”

“She was lying, Justin. Right? I am an outsider who doesn’t know shit about these Richie riches. You are the only one who is my friend… I … You are different Justin. You don’t act like a spoiled brat.” Gosh! I don’t know why tears were coming out of my eyes.

Just then I remembered something.

Lifting my face up I saw into Justin’s eyes. There was something in those eyes.

Fear!

Fear of what? Losing me? Stop it, Ashley!

“Justin. Can… can you take off your t–shirt?”

“What?” He looked at me as if I have lost it.

“Yes, please. I would like you to take your t–shirt off.” Not understanding he kept looking at

1. me.

“Please!” I requested it again.

Still not understanding his hands fumbled with the hem of his t–shirt and then reaching back,

in one quick motion, he managed to take it off with one hand.

Those muscles! I wanted to trace every part of his skin. But no. I needed to see this.

“Turn around!” This time he just looked at my face and then turned around silently. I gasped when I saw the tattoos on his back. The same small dragon on his shoulder blade went down just above his ass.

That muscular back I saw the first day right after signing the contract.

Stepping back, I let out a low chuckle causing him to turn back to me, “She is right. Damn!” I laughed, “Sarah is right. Isn’t she?”

“Ashley. Listen. I can explain.” He tried holding my shoulders, but I stepped back.