After silently observing Ashton for a while, I turned around and went upstairs.

I decided to let him have some space. Some things could be discussed civilly, but there were some other things that couldn’t.

 

In the bedroom, I stripped and entered the shower, the cold water chilled me to the bone.

Since when did Ashton and I start walking on eggshells caring for each other’s feelings?

I had yet to finish watching the content on the USB drive that Camelia had given me. I had been emotionally unstable and mentally weak during that one month, and had spent every day with Marcus. Developing a physically intimate relationship with him was unavoidable.

There were some scenes in the USB drive that looked unfamiliar even to me when I watched them, so I couldn’t imagine how they must have made Ashton felt. His suppressed anger for the past few days must have been because of the video.

Emery told me that, knowing Marcus, whatever he told Ashton at the wedding ceremony could not have been good news.

Deep in his heart, Ashton was harboring resentment towards me. Resentment that he didn’t want to discuss with me.

I was drained of all energy after my shower, leaning my weight against the wall as I made my way to the bed with much difficulty.

Maybe this would all go away with a good night’s rest.

Just as I’d expected, Ashton never returned to the bedroom. I guessed that he didn’t want to affect me with his negative emotions, and the last thing he wanted was to start another argument with me.

One argument was more than enough.

The next day.

descended the staircase. Summer had been sent to school, so

not too long ago. He told me to prepare soup for you

me a note. “Mr. Fuller didn’t want to wake you, so he asked me to

Wait for me to get home tonight so we can

was perfectly fine. Except we both knew the truth: we were lost, blindly stumbling around as we tried to figure

thanking her

no appetite for breakfast and was starting to feel nauseous after

forced the soup down, but ended up throwing up

of the

at the sandalwood box that Grandma had left me. If

of modern work. It resembled closer to a woodworker’s handiwork from the

impatient after fiddling with the box for a while but to no avail,

some documents left out on Ashton’s desk. I had seen them a few times

the table and picked the documents up, flipping through them. Mergers

how this case was going to end, I could not get

keep it in the drawer when an album in the drawer caught

from the past in his villa in J

wouldn’t hurt to take a look and

the photo album out of the drawer, noticing that there had been a few

to me. Even though I had never seen what he looked like

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