Chapter 17

With a sigh of relief, I lay down and got ready to sleep.

The next morning.

I woke up earlier than usual.

Ashton had not woken up yet and he was sleeping very soundly. Even then, his sleeping posture was very pleasant to the eyes. His neat and short black hair revealing his classic facial features which were well-defined.

It was the first time that I looked at his face so carefully.

His eyelashes were very long, his lips were tightly closed and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly!

This facial expression was an indication of constant alertness.

It had been said that people who slept with this posture were persistent and insistent on getting their way.

Indeed, Ashton fitted that description.

He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Additionally, his legs were well-proportioned and slender!

His level of alertness was extremely high even when he was sound asleep.

He opened his pitch-black eyes suddenly with not the slightest bit of sleepiness and staring straight at me.

As our eyes met, I was taken aback for a moment but quickly returned to normalcy.

After a while, his tense body relaxed. His eyes narrowed and he stretched out his hand. “Come here?”

away, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in his sleep.

have gotten up early and gone to the market. The box of fruits that John brought earlier was still in the yard and it was too big for me to move it

in a plate and brought some in. John was right.

a kid, I always

craved for them, so I washed some and packed them

still in hospital, I would send them to

from the top of the stairs, I turned around to look and saw it was Ashton in grey pajamas. He

 It was still early and there was nothing for him

about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time and said softly;

phone and told him plainly, “Later, I shall be going to the

cranky when they

of suppressed desire, “Shall we go

I said nothing

no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become a horny ba*tard whenever he had

His hands

and if Mrs. Eriksen came home,

and stepped into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the

was not

as he

We did not speak.

limp in his arms. He washed me and dressed me in some

room and placed me on the sofa before going back to

 saying – A hungry wolf is an angry wolf.

a few times. While Ashton was in the bathroom, I answered the call, feeling quite tired. “What’s

awake?” Hearing the tone of his voice, I realized that he had woken up too early

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