Yet, Ashton said something that made me want to punch him. “There’s no use in drinking this soup anyway since we have to follow the doctor’s instructions and not act as we please.”
Upon hearing that, Mrs. Eriksen froze and gave him a puzzled look. “Huh?”
To stop Ashton from spouting more nonsense, I immediately diverted Mrs. Eriksen’s attention. “Hey, did you hear that? I think Summer’s crying. Can you go and check on her?”
“Really? I didn’t hear anything, though,” Mrs. Eriksen got even more confused.
“Yes, I’m sure she’s crying,” I said earnestly. “Why don’t you check on her and see if she needs anything?”
“Oh, okay. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.” Mrs. Eriksen then ran toward Summer’s room.
I felt sorry for making that up, but that was the only way I could think of to end the awkwardness.
Without saying a word, I turned around and shot daggers at Ashton, but he shrugged his shoulders as if he was not bothered by it. He then stuck his hands into his pockets and walked toward the bedroom.
I puffed out my cheeks and followed right behind him.
Once we got into the room, I placed the soup on the bedside table and slammed the door. “Can you mind your tongue in front of Mrs. Eriksen next time?”
“But I was only telling the truth,” Ashton said while removing his tie and threw it on the couch.
When he was about to walk toward the home bar, I dashed to his front and extended my arms to block him.
“No drinking, mister.” I knitted my brows. “We need to go through a medical procedure tomorrow.”
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