Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

Chapter 65

65-Darkness

Ashley Walters pov

“Ma’am. Are you the same woman who got a snake bite?” the cotton candy man asked me while handing over the thin bamboo sticks to me.

When I nodded, he examined me from head to toe, “I hope you are doing well now.”

“Oh, yes I am.” I started munching one of the beauties in my hands, “Thanks for asking.”

“Who is he by the way?” He threw a casual gaze at Justin who was standing at some distance, “I think I have seen him somewhere.”

“Oh, he is my husband. People often confuse him with some movie star.” I faked a laugh and paid him the amount.

This morning I insisted Justin take a walk outside. We were about to go back home the next day and my heart was sinking by just thinking of it.

I did not want to return home. The politics I used to face from Sarah might take a toll on my mental health in the future. Here I was happy with Justin. He and me. A perfect couple.

I wanted to enjoy these two days to the fullest. Here I had Justin only to myself. No office work. No official meetings.

Throwing the not–so–important thoughts in the backyard of my brain I pasted a smile on my face.

“He was confusing you with someone.” I informed Justin and offered him cotton candy, “but I told him, he is no celebrity. He is my husband.”

Justin’s face seemed to lit up at the mention of the word husband. Oh, how I adored that handsome face

and wanted to stare at it.

his head when he saw me managing four

my

gym freak, Mr. Deluca,” I said and started eating the cotton

tell that. After last night you do need your energy after all.” He said with a poker face and turned away.

did he just say?

punches on his shoulder when I found it shaking with mirth, “Behave yourself, Justin Deluca.” I hissed between clenched teeth,

cheeks. No matter how much confident I

want to discuss it in the daytime.

my insistence he penetrated me, and I did not feel pain. Just a little

had

Mind–blowing!

happy and I did what I could to get

His voice brought me back to where we were. The cotton candies were forgotten

again hit his shoulder, “Stop reminding me about last night.”

all those explicit images from last night flashed through my mind.

it?” He asked me in a serious tone, but I

want more cotton candy.” I pouted making

your sugar level. Do you know what happens

little unsure

“No. Not diabetes.”

“Then what?”

More you will consume sugar and more you will need to take that energy out. So, what you will do? You will try to

when I started rubbing the sticky and syrupy cotton

the…” he was looking through that sticky thing hanging by his lashes.

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