“Do you think it’s his idea?” My instinct told me Christopher wanted to see Ashton.
“Yeah. I’ve the same thought as you.”
“Are you going?” I asked anxiously.
He held my hand and rose at once without answering my question. “Let’s get back to the hotel now.”
We left swiftly through the back door. After ensuring that there were no reporters around, we got into his car. Joseph sped off at once.
Along the way, both of us were in complete silence. Joseph drove to the nearest hilltop. When the car stopped, Ashton got out right away and lighted a cigarette as he stood against the barricade.
The hilltop was exceptionally chilly at night. As the headlamps from the car shone on Ashton, his lonely figure was shrouded by the smoke.
Gazing at him, I whispered to Joseph, “When did he find out that his father is still alive?”
“About half month two weeks ago. He didn’t really sleep well ever since he knew. Madam, he can only have a good sleep with you by his side.”
My heart sank; The throbbing pain in my heart almost suffocated me.
It was impossible to resolve a twenty-year grudge and faith within a couple of days or even weeks.
Christopher is alive and living a luxury life while Ashton led a life of abhorrence for over twenty years.
His sudden emergence was a great blow, shattering Ashton’s faith and confidence within seconds. How could the arrogant Ashton accept it?
Since he cannot save himself, he can only bear with the torment himself, day and night.
I’m his wife and the person closest to him in this world. I should have known sooner and help him overcome it. I’m really ashamed of myself!
Whenever I asked him with concern, he always insisted that I should trust him when he said he’s fine.
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