Half an hour later.
The bathroom door opened, and he came out. After a series of soft noises, the spot beside me sank downward. The man just lay beside me on the bed.
Initially, I thought he would cuddle me to sleep like he always did, but he didn’t. The bed felt unusually spacious and empty.
That night, we slept on each side of the bed until the sun rose the next morning.
When I woke up, Ashton was already not around.
Still a little sleepy, I reached out to take my phone to check the time. It was only 6 a.m., so I could still sleep for a little longer.
Just when I closed my eyes and drifted off, the bedroom door opened, and the sound of footsteps approached the bed.
Immediately, I could feel someone’s presence right beside me. “Scarlett, it’s time to wake up.” It was Ashton’s voice.
Opening my eyes, I saw him sit by the bed. Dressed in black, he appeared forbidding and poised.
I rolled over, resting my head on my arm while gazing at him through lidded eyes. “Are you not going to the office?”
He gave me a half-smile. “I’ll go in a while. Come on, let’s have breakfast. Are you going to the Moore Residence to see Emery?”
Heavy-eyed, I nodded. “Yes, I’m going, but there’s no need to rush.”
He helped me sit up on the bed, looking at me. “Let’s go early then. Would you like to have lunch with me at noon?”
Cupping my weary face, I nodded sluggishly. “Okay.”
With his eyes still on me, he smiled gently. Lifting his hand to hold my chin, he pecked me on the cheek impishly and chuckled. “You look so confused.”
I opened my eyes and glanced at him, letting out a sigh. “You should get going.”
Fortunately, Summer had her own driver, or else I would struggle so much to wake up early every day.
Instead of heading to work, he came back into the bedroom a few minutes later and carried me up in his arms.
“Let’s leave the house together. I’ll send you to the Moore Residence on my way to work.”
In a daze, I said, “Your office and the Moore Residence aren’t in the same direction.”
“No worries, it’s alright.” While speaking, he already filled a cup with warm water and gestured for me to gargle with it.
The scene looked like a father taking care of his disabled daughter.
After eating breakfast, we got into the car.
Not having enough sleep, I leaned my face on the window and had some shuteye.
The car stopped at a crossroads when the traffic lights turned red. Ashton reached out and pulled me back to my seat. “It’s cool.”
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