Giving an awkward look to Ashley, Andrew said calmly, "I wasn't able to hold the plate firmly."
Looking down at the shattered pieces of plate on the floor, Ashley said quickly, "Well, it's okay. I know
you're not good at doing housework.
Are you all right?"
"I'm okay. I'll just finish washing the dishes. Just wait for me in the living room," Andrew replied in a low
voice.
Although Andrew had said that he was fine, Ashley was still worried about him and wanted to stay with
him in the kitchen.
On the contrary, Andrew didn't want Ashley to see him washing the dishes so clumsily. So he found an
excuse and asked her to leave.
Ashley was left with no choice and felt awkward to insist on staying at the kitchen. She slowly made her
way to the living room. But hardly had Ashley entered the living room when she heard a loud "bang"
again.
'What a stubborn man! I don't know how to help you, ' she thought.
A little annoyed this time, Andrew looked at the dishes in the sink angrily, as if he was glaring at his
enemies.
A weak smile flashed across Ashley's face when she saw the expression on Andrew's face. Then with
a low and soothing voice, she said emphatically, "Let me help you." Then she rolled up her sleeves and
went straight to the sink.
However, Andrew stopped her and said, "You don't need to do that. I'll just have the servant come
tomorrow."
Astounded at Andrew's actions, Ashley was held speechless. Seized by Andrew by the hand, she didn't
argue anymore and had to follow him upstairs.
When they reached the bedroom, Andrew immediately shut the door and secured it with a lock. Ashley
glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that it was already nine o'clock. No wonder she felt so
tired and began to yawn.
Rummaging through her suitcase, she took her nightgown out. Ashley was about to enter the bathroom
for a shower when Andrew stopped her.
"Wait a minute," Andrew said suddenly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her seriously with
furrowed brows.
"What's wrong?" Ashley asked.
"Where are you going?" Andrew pursed his lips and frowned.
"I'm going to take a shower." Thinking about what was so unusual with taking a shower before going to
bed, Ashley was a bit confused.
After keeping silent for a while, Andrew came to Ashley and said, "Let's go."
Staring at Andrew with puzzled eyes, Ashley asked, "Where are we going? Where do you want to take
me?"
Looking at Ashley's hands, Andrew said flatly, "You can't touch water now.
So, come on, I'll help you to take a shower."
Taken aback, Ashley was surprised by what he said. 'Is he really such a lewd man?' she thought.
Frightened, Ashley stammered, "No, no, thank you. I can do that by myself. I'll be careful enough to
keep my hand away from water."
Her cheeks flushed red. Ashley felt very embarrassed at the moment. If Andrew helped her to take a
shower, it would be an incredible thing for her.
Without saying a word, Andrew looked at Ashley quietly.
Seeing that Andrew was staring at her fixedly, Ashley felt really uneasy and didn't know how to act
properly under his gaze.
Despite the summer heat, the room was conditioned enough not to be so warm. Even if she didn't
perspire a lot, she had the habit of taking a shower before going to bed. Otherwise, her skin would
become greasy and this would make her uncomfortable.
'How could I hurt my hand at this critical moment?' she thought.
The both of them were held in a standoff for a while, but she finally conceded and said, "Uhmm, I've
decided not to take a shower tonight."
She slowly walked away from Andrew and put her nightgown back in the suitcase. Ashley then seated
herself on the bed with her back towards Andrew.
Looking at Ashley's back, Andrew felt a bit disappointed. A silly smile flashed on his face. He thought
all the while that he could help her to take a shower.
A bit nervous and uneasy, Ashley sat on the edge of the bed. Her mind was occupied with things she
imagined would have happened if they entered the bathroom together. However, her reverie was
interrupted when she heard drops of water from inside the bathroom. Andrew was now taking a
shower.
Although the bed was large enough, Ashley still felt uneasy. Thinking that she would share the bed with
Andrew, she blushed at once.
Suddenly, an idea came across her mind. As she knew, the villa was very large, and there must be
several guest rooms inside. In that case, she could ask Andrew to let her occupy another room to
sleep.
'It's really a wonderful idea!' thought Ashley.
Musing herself, Ashley was cheering her intelligence when Andrew came out of the bathroom. Curious
at what he would look like after a bath, she turned to look at him. She couldn't help staring at the
handsome man standing in front of her with drops of water still dripping down his damp hair. A towel
was wrapped around half of his body and the scent of his bath cream lingered through the room.
Perhaps because of the moisture, Andrew's habitual cold expression seemed to soften, and there was
an amiable air in his dark eyes.
With the fresh aura emanating from him, there was a touch of glamour on his handsome face.
The way Andrew wrapped himself in a bath towel revealed his attractive collarbone and muscular arms.
He had long straight legs, and his wheat-colored skin looked healthy. His skin was not as smooth and
white as that of a girl.
Closing the bathroom door behind him, Andrew seemed to realize that Ashley was staring at him.
Raising his head, Andrew stared back at her and Ashley was held in a daze. They looked straight at
each other for a moment. Ashley could even see her figure in Andrew's dark eyes.
"Ahem!"
Pretending to give a cough, Ashley moved her eyes away from Andrew and bowed her head
awkwardly. She felt so ashamed of looking at him just now. But he was so handsome that she couldn't
help fixing her eyes at him.
Moments later, Andrew went to blow dry his hair. After Andrew blow-dried his hair, Ashley came over to
him.
"You must have a guest room here, don't you?" Ashley asked.
Baffled at why Ashley would ask such a question, Andrew nodded.
Feeling relieved, Ashley said with great pleasure, "Then I guess I'll go there to sleep tonight."
When Andrew heard what she said, his face darkened. He stared straight at Ashley with his black eyes,
which made her feel frightened.
'Why?
Why are you trying to keep away from me? Am I not a good man?' he wondered.
Remembering how Ashley proposed to him, Andrew grew more annoyed. Perhaps she did that
casually, or for some other reasons. Although he knew that she didn't love him, Andrew didn't want to
end their marriage. Since Ashley had become his wife, he wouldn't let her leave him so easily.
Andrew stared greedily at Ashley's charming and delicate face.
'My darling, you'll stay with me forever!' he thought.
However, when Ashley told Andrew that she wanted to sleep in the guest room tonight, she felt very
uneasy because he had said nothing in response. She was held frozen and couldn't help but look up at
him.
At that instant, Ashley was frightened by his look.
With his back behind a full body mirror, Andrew stared at her with his dark eyes. Ashley couldn't
discern his mood from his eyes but was scared by his expression.
Ashley couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
"You want to sleep in the guest room?" With furrowed brows, Andrew asked coldly. Although his voice
was so magnetic, Ashley felt it was somehow a threat to her.
Moving her head up and down, Ashley nodded. Coming up with an idea, she said immediately, "I didn't
take a shower, so I'm afraid you can't stand the smell of my sweat..."
Ashley was about to continue, but she was interrupted by Andrew.
Hearing her explanation, Andrew said in a mild tone, "It doesn't matter. I don't mind that." Now his
expression was not as frightening as before. After a pause, Andrew continued, "Since we're husband
and wife now, isn't it proper that we share a bed?"
Entertaining the idea on her mind, Ashley suddenly flushed. 'You think it doesn't matter, but I mind that!'
Ashley complained in silence.
Andrew got up and quipped, "It's getting late. Let's go to bed."
Seeing that Andrew wrapped himself only in a towel and was about to go to bed, Ashley couldn't help
but ask, "Aren't you going to put on some clothes?"
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