He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows while giving me an extremely seductive stare. “Do you want to try?”
Darn it.
“Ashton, I’m too tired. I can’t!” This man was really trying to take advantage of me whenever there was an opportunity.
It was as if he didn’t hear what I had said. With a heavy breath, he asked, “Can’t or won’t?”
Won’t!
However, I couldn’t say that.
After a moment of consideration, I pulled myself away from him and uttered seriously, “Ashton, I think you should purchase a blow-up doll. That way, you can do it whenever you want.”
He squinted while pinning me down. “How would you know if it’ll be convenient? Have you tried it?”
I…
“It’s late, we should sleep!” I avoided him instantaneously while moving my body away.
Upon seeing that, he stared at me and sighed. “Scarlett, when are you going to treat me as your husband?”
For a moment, I was stunned and didn’t know how to respond to him. I wriggled my body and buried myself underneath the blanket.
When I realized he had held onto my ankle, I couldn’t help but furrow my eyebrows. Upon lifting up the blanket, I saw he was already fully clothed. He placed my ankle on his lap and squeezed it gently.
I held back even though it hurt a little. It should heal after a while because it was just a sprain.
When he saw that I was looking at him, he frowned. “Is it painful?”
I nodded. “It’s alright, I’m fine!”
It hurt a bit more when he applied pressure. The sprain area was swollen, that was why it hurt when he massaged it.
I took a deep breath instantaneously and bit my lip slightly while enduring the pain.
He stared at me and with an uncertain tone in his voice, he asked, “Is it painful?”
I pursed my lips and replied softly, “I’m fine, it’s alright now. It’ll get better in a few days. Ashton, it’s late already, quickly go to bed!”
His expression suddenly changed while he stared at me and said, “Scarlett, you’re so dull. What do you mean by fine? Just be clear if it hurts or not. What’s the point of you holding it in? Since I’m your husband, will it kill you just to cry out in pain or be loving with me? Why are you acting like a widow all the time?”
I was taken aback. I opened my mouth instantly, but couldn’t utter a single word.
Upon seeing his angry face, I replied softly, “It’s painful!”
He took a glance at me while regaining his composure. Then he said, “There’s no need for you to act tough in front of me next time. The reason for me marrying you is to make you my wife, not a Barbie.”
I pursed my lips. What kind of metaphor is that? After a while, I nodded my head. My heart fluttered with joy.
It was quite swollen around my sprained ankle. Ashton stopped massaging after noticing I was in pain.
After that, he applied some medicine on it and gently rubbed my ankle. He stared at me and said, “It’s better for you to stay indoors tomorrow. Focus on your recovery.”
I nodded and looked at him. “Ashton, thank you.”
All these years, I had never been cared for in such a way. Deep down in my heart, I knew he was amazing.
He frowned while packing up the medicine box. “Do you have to be so formal with me?”
I was stunned and recalled the moment when he said there was no need for such formality between a married couple.
After I had paused for a moment, I bent down and held his face in my hands. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and said, “Ashton, I’m not being overly courteous with you but I really just want to thank you for taking such great care of me.”
He stared at me, held my hands, and kissed me so passionately that left me feeling weak at my knees.
Not long after, he let go of me and said, “Alright, if you really want to thank me, then stay at home for a few days. Don’t go out.”
I wanted to agree with him initially, but after remembering so much had happened to the White family and Fuller Corporation, it wouldn’t be possible for me to stay at home and do nothing.
I looked at him and said, “I can ask Mrs. Eriksen to accompany me while I go out. It would be fine as long as I’m being cautious.”
His face darkened. “Who has the final say, you or me?”
This man was overbearing. He single-handedly destroyed his perfect image that I had built.
I remained silent while he packed up the first aid kit. He removed his coat and glanced at me. “Rest well and don’t think too much. I’ll go for a shower.”
I ignored him and snuggled under the blanket. At that time, I had trouble falling asleep and I couldn’t find my cell phone. Then I saw his phone was on the bedside table.
I turned towards the bathroom and exclaimed, “Ashton, can I use your cell phone?”
“Spot check?” Half of his body was out of the bathroom, and he smiled. “Just use it; you know my password.”
I gave him a glare and said, “It’s not a spot check, I just want to use it for fun.”
He raised his eyebrow and went back into the bathroom.
I grabbed his phone and clicked the video application I had downloaded for him. He didn’t delete it, so I thought he would have at least taken a look at it. Upon opening it, I only found out that not only did he not watch it, but he also hadn’t registered at all.
