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.

obsessed with these!” Justin shook his head

in my

the cotton candy from all four sticks at once, “some of us do need energy

you do need your energy after

he just

found it shaking with mirth, “Behave yourself, Justin Deluca.” I hissed between clenched teeth, “Why you are letting these people know that…” I stopped and looked around,

to him, I tried to bend down my neck to hide the blush on my cheeks. No matter how much

to discuss it

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

had been toe–curling.

Mind–blowing!

make him happy and I did what I could

voice brought me back to where we were. The cotton candies were forgotten in my hands.

No.” I again hit his shoulder, “Stop

explicit images from last night flashed through my

He asked me in a serious tone, but

I pouted making his

spike your sugar level. Do you know what

little unsure when I answered him.

“No. Not diabetes.”

“Then what?”

what you

sticky and syrupy

through that sticky thing hanging by his

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