Save Myself from Desperation by Cara Agnes

Chapter 327

In a bedroom with cool tones, Ashley, who had been in a deep slumber. lay on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and her luscious hair scattered on the pristine pillow.

Beside the bed, a small night lamp cast a warm, mellow light on Ashley’s delicate sleeping face, highlighting her flawless and smooth skin.

The window was slightly ajar, allowing the gentle night breeze to waft in, causing the ethereal white curtains to sway gracefully

After an unknown amount of time. Ashley’s long and dense eyelashes trembled, and her eyeballs moved slightly beneath her eyelids.

Waking up from her coma, Ashley opened her eyes with confusion.

At her blurry vision gradually focused, she looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above and recalled the events before she fainted Ashley became completely awake and realized she was lying in the middle of a soft, comfortable, large bed

She saw that jerk Andrew, sitting cross-legged beside her, was uncharacteristically engrossed in studying her hand?

Ashley abruptly sat up, but halfway through, the pain from her side made her he back down Frowning she said, “Andrew, are you out of your

mund

Sat beside her in the middle of the night, studying her hand with a magnifying glass Would normal people have done such things?

Andrew raised his eyes and glanced asher “You are awake

the magnifying glass in his hand with caution. “What on earth are

the magnitying glass aside and cast a disdaindul look at her fund or more precisely at the ring on

you te wearing

Astley was spesstiless.

magnifying glass sturdy her ring

gratted her teeth. You ignorans fool. This is a ring.

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at the ring on her hand, then at her face. Suddenly, he leaned over, opened a nearby drawer, pulled out the entire

contents of the

actually a box full of various diamonds, sparkling

voice low and husky. “Here. Choose the one you like, or I can

out of your

your

bothered with him.

it. Being a third wheel is tough on

eyelid twitched, unable to bear it any longer. “Get lost!”

insults are as pleasant as

speechless again. Ignoring the pain on her waist, she struggled to sit up, checked the time on the clock, which had just passed midnight, and realized she

pounding, she asked, “Who tended to

half-smiled and said, “It was me. I undressed you to tend to your wound and even tied

her bandage and found