Chapter 373

He held me even tighter. “Tomorrow we’ll bring Summer over to live with us.”

I nodded, not quite knowing what to say.

Ashton seemed exceedingly warm and gentle that night. I’m not sure what caused it, but I couldn’t quell the suspicions that arose in my heart.

I woke up the next day and found no trace of him next to me.

He was already dressed and stood by the window. “Why don’t you sleep a little while longer?” he said as he turned to me.

“Are you going out?” His clothes were prim and he was in a splendid mood; even went out of his way to style his hair. He looked even more dashing that way.

Ashton came closer and pecked my forehead. “I’m leaving to fetch Summer,” he informed me. “Just trying some clothes to see if they’re a good fit.”

I laughed involuntarily. “You’re just picking her up, why do you need to dress so formally?”

And did his hair.

He chuckled and passed his necktie to me. “I’m a father now. I have to look good for my daughter.”

I tied his tie neatly for him. “She’s only three months old, what impression are you hoping to leave?” I giggled.

He bent down and examined his tie. “How does it look?” he asked happily.

There was nothing much I could say but nod.

prepared to get up from the bed when I was struck by a sudden bout

at my outburst.

lips and was about to get out of bed when he scooped me up in his arms.

bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, as I was still

you’re going to do this again, we’ll sleep in separate beds,” I

eyebrows and put me down. “How about

surprise.

me knowingly. It was a while before I

was my breast milk! My face grew

careful next time,” Ashton said as he

you keep feeding Summer, it won’t be uncontrollable like this. It’s normal for women who were recently pregnant. By the looks of it, Summer

ignored him. After I shoved him out of the

I

going!” he called out when he

as I picked up my purse. I was in no

boiled eggs and

his keys and left the house

awkwardness. “Give them a go, and if you think they’re not a good fit,

and lapsed back into

looking for ways to remain conversational with me. “When

what?” I asked, in

and smiled. “You don’t plan on

would you treat this sort of thing?” This was a psychological problem, not a physiological

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