Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

better, and was playing with Snowfluff in

I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would you

be right down.” And I

freshening up, I sat at my dresser, and only then did I notice how long my hair had grown.

my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person

get the

past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart-warming memory that could

our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary, despite persistent efforts, you’d eventually lose what was meant for

That must

braiding my hair. To my surprise, it

I swiveled back, and everything went

we quarrel last

my shoulders, and I could see his gentle eyes

and kept on with my business. But there’s

silence, and

Huh!

my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later. Do you

totally slipped my mind!

in since he’d been treated

as I took

to go to the company?” I rubbed my lips with

wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would do the

tried to butter me up in a childlike

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