Johnny dodged Ashley's hand politely, so Ashley wasn't embarrassed. Ashley was the person his boss
cherished the most, after all.
Johnny smiled in a friendly manner and replied, "No, thanks, Miss Mu. I had breakfast before coming
here."
He then turned to Andrew and said, "Boss, if there isn't anything else, I think I'd better get back to
work."
Saying thus, Johnny rushed out of the office like a gust of wind, not giving Ashley a chance to react.
Andrew was satisfied with how Johnny had behaved.
"Wait, Johnny!" Ashley's voice trailed off, as she found that Johnny had already disappeared.
Hearing footsteps approaching from behind her, Ashley tensed a little. She felt like she was trapped
and was desperate to run out of the office like Andrew's assistant just had. But she knew she couldn't.
She didn't have the nerve to displease Andrew.
Andrew walked to Ashley's side and found that she was still staring at the door. "He is gone. What are
you looking at?" he asked, his voice dripping with jealousy.
He knew that Ashley wasn't interested in his assistant, but he couldn't help but feel upset. He hated
watching his wife look at other men.
'She can't look at any other men but me. I'm so much more handsome than all of them. She won't get
sick of looking at me, '
the narcissist in Andrew thought.
Luckily, Ashley had no idea what was on his mind. Or she would make fun of him.
And she would tease him for thinking so highly of himself.
Ashley turned around without looking at him, made her way to couch, sat down and said, "Let's have
breakfast. I'm starving."
Andrew pursed his lips but didn't say anything.
He went up to Ashley, took out the breakfast and placed it in front of her.
Johnny had brought them all kinds of food. There were several types of porridge, including Pork and
Preserved Egg Congee, Pumpkin Porridge, Eight Grain Porridge, Mung Bean Porridge, Chinese
Cabbage Porridge, and Pork Liver Congee.
Besides, there were steamed buns with pork stuffing, dumplings with pork, steamed Chinese buns,
dumplings with Chinese chives, fried bread stick, and hard-boiled eggs.
Ashley was stunned at the sight of the feast before her. 'Oh jeez! The rich do lead a lavish life that a
civilian like me could never imagine, ' she thought, exasperated.
But she had forgotten that she was now a part of the affluent since she was married to a wealthy man.
"What would you like to eat?" Andrew asked as he took notice of her sparkling eyes.
"Umm, Pork and Preserved Egg Congee, please," Ashley replied after some hesitation.
Andrew handed the bowl of porridge to her.
Ashley picked up a spoon, and just as she was about to dip it into the bowl and enjoy her meal, the
spoon slipped from her hand and fell into the bowl with a splash.
She felt her hand become sore.
She was somehow slightly ashamed when she met Andrew's gaze.
He glanced at an embarrassed Ashley and then at the spoon in the bowl. His eyes flashed with mirth.
Andrew put down his breakfast, took the bowl from Ashley's hand and said, "Let me feed you." The
mirth in his eyes had now transformed into gentle love.
He scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her lips.
Watching his smiling face, she turned her head, her appetite suddenly lost. 'What a fool I am! I couldn't
even hold a spoon. How embarrassing!' she thought bitterly.
"You don't want it?" Andrew asked, trying to tempt her to eat by bringing the spoon closer to her lips.
Her stomach growled, announcing her hunger. To top it off, the pleasant smell of the porridge filled her
nose, and she finally gave in to the temptation. She lowered her head and ate the porridge Andrew fed
her.
And suddenly, she wasn't uncomfortable with Andrew feeding her.
A few minutes later, she was at ease eating with her husband alone. She asked Andrew to feed her
whatever she wanted to eat.
It was his first time feeding anyone. As a result, Ashley burnt her tongue with hot food several times.
Each time that happened, she gave Andrew a disgruntled glare, stuck out her tongue, and gulped down
some water.
Her behavior was turning Andrew on. He fought the impulse to press her against the couch and make
out with her.
Ashley hadn't expected Andrew to feed her and enjoy it at that. And in the future, he would often
volunteer to do this for her.
Andrew didn't have his breakfast until Ashley had finished hers. Feeling full, Ashley lay on the couch
leisurely, unwilling to move. She felt a little guilty as she watched Andrew eat.
Once Andrew had finished his meal, Ashley sat up.
"I know you work here. And I have to go to work. I'll see you around," she began.
"Wait," Andrew said as Ashley rose from her seat and walked to the door.
Since her back was to him, he didn't see the frozen expression on her face. She turned around, smiled,
and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"I know you are one of the owners of that bakery, and your job is to supervise the employees, right?"
Andrew asked.
Although Ashley didn't know what he was getting at, she nodded in confirmation.
She had a bad feeling about this.
Her suspicion was confirmed as Andrew said the very thing she was dreading hearing. "If that is the
case, then you can stay here today. There is no need to go over there every day."
Ashley retorted, "I don't agree with you. I'd like to go over there every day. It is a new bakery, after all.
So like it or not, I've got to go."
Andrew gave her an evil smile.
Ashley eventually didn't go to the bakery.
And Andrew took credit for that. He kissed Ashley fervently on her lips and pushed her onto the couch.
She tried to push him away and make an escape but to no avail. He was a strong man, after all. She
eventually stopped struggling and resigned herself to her fate.
Pressing up against her, Andrew planted a soft kiss on her lips and asked in his sexy voice, "Are you
still going to the bakery?"
Only a fool would say yes. Ashley shook her head and said, "N... No, I'm going to stay here." Even
though he got the reply he wanted, Andrew still stared at Ashley possessively, the desire in his eyes
only multiplying. Ashley was so annoyed with him that she wanted to kick his ass.
As Andrew lowered his head in a bid to kiss her again, she covered her mouth with her hands and
narrowed her eyes at him. Her eyes were full of anger and accusation.
She was certain that her lips were swollen for her lips were numb and she could feel the puffiness of
her lips.
But little did she know that her glare could do nothing to hinder Andrew right now.
The sight of her annoyed eyes and pink, blushing cheeks endeared her to Andrew even more, turning
him on in the process.
His eyes betrayed the lust he was feeling as he stared at her. His voice was husky as he said, "Don't
look at me like that." 'Or I might lose control of myself, ' he finished the sentence in his mind.
His remark baffled Ashley. As something occurred to her, she rolled her eyes at Andrew and turned her
face away.
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