Knowing that he was fuming on the inside, I did not make him angrier anymore. When I returned to the bedroom, he was not around, and I was sure he must have gone to the study.
I then went to wash up in the bathroom. It had anti-slip tiles, so I usually took off my house slippers when I went in.
However, I somehow managed to slip and fall a few steps into the bathroom.
“Ah!” I shrieked in fear.
Bang! The bedroom door burst open to reveal Ashton, panting by the doorway. It seemed like he had rushed over.
When he saw me on the floor, he frowned as he lifted me up into his arms. “Are you hurt?”
“I sprained my ankle.”
He then reached out to pinch my ankle, and I could not help but gasp from the pain. “Ouch!”
“So you know it hurts?” he snarled. “Do you use your eyes to breathe?”
Pouting, I whispered, “How am I to know that the floor is so slippery. Who in their right mind would want to fall?”
He gave me a taunting look. “Who can you blame if you were the one to not watch where you were going?” After a pause, he continued, “What were you about to do?”
“Shower!” Why does he have such a terrible temper?
He placed me gently into the bathtub and filled the tub before coldly saying, “Do you need me to wash you?”
“No need!” came my quick reply.
He continued, staring at me apathetically. “It’s as if you’ve lost your parents-in-law when his parents died, Scarlett Stovall.”
I-
What kind of logic is that?
How did he even connect this to that?
“Ashton, is this fun for you? It’s not whatever you think it is; I slipped on accident. Moreover, Marcus helped me in the past, and now that he’s having so many troubles. What’s wrong with me helping him a little? Have I ever said anything about your relationship with Rebecca? Besides, there’s nothing between Marcus and me.”
Ashton was being melodramatic. If not for Marcus’ appearance back then, I would have died with the baby. Now that he was facing such a tragedy and there was no one around him he could talk to. What was wrong with me being concerned about him as a friend?
“Ha!” He barked out a laugh. “Do you have to help him in this way? Scarlett, do you think you’re the only one who knows how to repay a favor? Will it kill you to get someone to take care of Marcus instead?”
“Sure! You get someone to do that, then!” I huffed. “If that’s the case, you could’ve found someone to take care of Rebecca, too. Why did you have to do it yourself then?”
The anger overwhelmed him and took away his words for a moment. With an expression as dark as charcoal, he uttered, “Stop talking about things from the past. Hurry up and shower. Call me when you’re done.”
“There’s no need for that!” I was furious, too. “I can do this myself!”
His lips twisted into a sneer. “You can? Are you planning to jump out of the tub and slip one more time? Are you that keen to cripple yourself?”
“You-” Inwardly, I was seething and closed to erupting like a volcano, but I did my best to tamp it down. “Get out.”
Even as he left, I could see that he was in a foul mood.
Half an hour later…
After my shower, I stared at my swollen ankle under the water. I stood up by myself while holding onto the edge of the bathtub.
It was a level of pain I could bear, so technically, I could do this by myself.
On the rack beside the tub were my towel, pajamas, lotion, and essential oil. As I sat by the edge of the tub, I started applying the lotion on myself. As the scent of the essential oil was too strong, I left them alone.
Just as I was about to grab the towel to dry my hair, I knocked over the bottle of essential oil, and the glass shattered on the ground.
At the loud sound, I stiffened for a moment. Staring at the glass fragments by my feet, I could not help but frown at how inconvenient it would be for me to crouch down and clean up the mess.
However, the mess would not clean itself, so that was what I did. Just as I was about to crouch down, Ashton entered to see me in my odd position.
“Scarlett, are you a masochist?” he gritted out in a deep voice.
I lifted my head to look at him before realizing I was still naked. Promptly, I reached out to tug the pajamas to cover myself, but the lotion fell onto the ground when I did that.
Staring at it, he sneered. “Why don’t I give you all my glassware at home for you to break them?”
Seriously, this man-
“I didn’t mean to do it!” I huffed as I peeked at him. “Carry me out. I can’t move around like this.”
Under my feet were all glass fragments, and if I were to put my foot down, the soles of my feet would not look like soles when I leave the bathroom.
When he noticed I was no longer angry, he walked toward me with a faint smile. “Isn’t it nice for you to be so quiet like this?”
He then carried me up into his arms as he swiftly bit my lips. I glared at him, thinking, He’s really taking advantage of me whenever he can.
Back at the bedroom.
He placed me onto the bed, but instead of standing back up, he murmured, “Didn’t you say that you like to repay favors? How are you planning to repay my favor for carrying you out of the bathroom?”
What the f*ck!
Is this a favor?
It’s barely anything worth mentioning!
“Ashton, is this entertainment for you?” You only carried me out! How shameless can you be?
With no signs of blushing, he said, “Can we do it tonight?”
This…
I raised a brow. “Aren’t you tired?” He just traveled between J City and K City, but he still has the energy for nightly activities?
