Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Ashton sauntered over to the sofa like

peacock displaying its feathers, plopped down next to Briar, and leaned back into the sofa’s

embrace, stretching out his limbs and tilting his head back with a relaxed expression.

“Alright, let’s get started,” he said, closing his eyes on his own without any prompting from Briar.

They were sitting so close that Briar could catch the faint, pleasant scent of freshly showered skin emanating from Ashton.

‘I wonder what kind of body wash Ashton uses. It smells really good. I should ask him tomorrow and get the same one for myself,‘ she thought to herself.

Uncertain about what had made Ashton fall asleep last time, Briar decided to mimic what she had done in the hotel. She took out her phone, planning to play a few rounds of a game to see if that would help induce sleepiness.

Of course, a quiet environment was necessary for creating a sleepy atmosphere, so she plugged in her earphones, glanced at Ashton’s thin lips pursed in a relaxed manner to make sure he wasn’t bothered, and then launched the game.

twitch his lips at Briar’s seemingly half–hearted attempt at keeping company while trying

when Briar finished a game and looked over at Ashton,

in a deep sleep, as

‘Could it

was that he had been keeping an eye on Ashton the whole

seeing.

fall asleep like that? No hypnosis drugs, no physical hypnosis, not even any soothing sounds

is nothing short of a miracle. I have to capture this moment and share it in the group chat. I can’t

this.‘

looking on in disbelief, Brandon began snapping photos of Ashton from every angle, his excitement and fervor causing him to momentarily forget that he might wake

dumbfounded, before letting

Brandon didn’t notice Briar’s expression, nor did he see her

in closer to the sleeping Ashton, who was now completely defenseless. He had great skin, long eyelashes, a

and his legs were long, straight, and alluring. ‘No, I can’t keep staring. I need to maintain my reserved, innocent, ladylike demeanor. Maybe I’ll just

herself.

game, completely unaware of the faint, upward curl of