Ashton stared at me wordlessly. Holding back his anger, he demanded. “Tell me. What should I do? Huh?”
His reaction upset me. “You don’t have to do anything to please me. Do whatever you want. If you want to take care of Rebecca, go ahead.”
“Ha!” He looked down and scoffed. Straightening his back, he whipped out his cigarettes. “Should I feel lucky for having such a magnanimous and understanding wife?”
His voice was full of contempt and mockery.
I replied lightly, “Mr. Fuller, you’re welcome. I’m just doing my job.”
Yes. I was saying everything out of fury.
He puffed on his cigarette and asked sternly, “Are we seriously arguing now?”
“Arguing? Are we arguing now?”
Ashton suddenly snickered and put out his cigarette. “When will you stop talking that way?”
“What do you mean? I’m just going along with you,” I responded with a chuckle.
He inhaled sharply to control his anger. “Going along with me? That’s just your presumption. Just be honest with me instead of hurting each other with mean words. We’re a couple, not rivals. There’s no need to argue to decide who’s right and who’s wrong every time. Do you understand, Scarlett?”
After a moment, I got off the car and picked up a brick by the flower bed. Handing the brick to him, I said, “Okay. I want you to beat the disgusting mother and daughter duo up. Tell them I’m no pushover. Also, tell Rebecca she has no right to take my husband away from me!”
Arching a brow, I gestured at the brick. “So? Will you go?”
Ashton was astounded by my reaction. “Are you sure?” he inquired helplessly.
“Why? You won’t do it?” I glowered at him.
A hint of a smile appeared in his gaze. “Do you want me to end up in jail? So you can marry another man?”
I rolled my eyes at him. Returning the brick back to the flower bed, I got into the car again.
As I was no longer mad, he chuckled faintly. “What do you want for lunch?”
“I’m not hungry!” I wasn’t hungry after getting mad earlier.
He started the engine and shot me a look. “That’s because you didn’t exercise regularly. You’ll be starving after a rigorous workout at home.”
It took me a while to realize what he meant. “Ashton, stop it!”
He sped away and replied faintly, “We barely did it for the past month. Scarlett, are you trying to deprive me of my husbandly rights?”
Damn it. He’s f*cking annoying.
Sensing my anger, he added, “I’ve been holding back since we came back from J City. Stop torturing me.”
“Ashton, will you stop?” Why is he saying this in broad daylight?
Back at the villa, before I could step out of the car, he carried me in his arms and went upstairs at once.
Both Mrs. Eriksen and Molly were at home.
In our bedroom, I avoided his gaze.
“Ashton, it’s not dark yet. Let’s not do this now.”
As he inched nearer and ignored my plea, I immediately suggested, “Why don’t you take a shower first?”
He frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, we just came back from the hospital, which is full of germs. You should take a shower.”
“Okay.”
Sensing my discomfort, he nodded gently. He picked me up, and we entered the bathroom together.
Winter had come. K City was chilly by now, but luckily our house was fitted with central heating. The bathroom was steaming hot, and my cheeks were flushed a crimson red soon.
Ashton’s deep and tender voice soon made me lose my guard.
“Don’t say no to me. Scarlett, we’re married. You’re my closest kin. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together. The Moore family isn’t as simple as you think. But don’t worry. I’ll be by your side.”
His sudden announcement confused me.
He didn’t explain further and left after a while.
The following day, I woke up with an aching body.
My eyes were shut as I grimaced in pain.
Ashton buckled his belt and planted a kiss on my forehead. He caressed my face lightly, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.
Soon, he left the bedroom. I was drained out by the activities last night.
With my eyes shut, I tried to drift off to sleep. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t sleep as my body felt awful. Tears prickled at my eyes. I buried myself under the covers and started sobbing.
Footsteps sounded in the bedroom as Ashton’s voice, laced with fury, rang out. “Scarlett, why are you crying?”
I pressed my lips and said nothing.
