Ashley watched the TV drama for a while. She had seen this episode before. Before the heroine
showed up, Lisa was the woman the king adored among all of them and the most powerful among the
king's wives.
The king of course still had feelings for her, because he just recently met the heroine. The heroine's
position couldn't compare to Lisa's standing with the King.
However, Lisa started to feel threatened by her, so she asked the heroine out to the place where the
king would pass. There, Lisa would hatch her devious ploy against the heroine.
When the king passed the place, Lisa jumped down the cliff and the heroine was about to save her.
However, the people behind them couldn't see clearly and thought the heroine pushed Lisa down there.
So the king got angry and pushed the heroine to the ground. He then carried Lisa, who had been saved
by somebody else, and left. Before he left, he gave a disappointing glance at the heroine and was
having none of her explanation.
Ashley also wanted to curse that hero inside her heart. 'That man is blind. Men are all bastards.'
Thinking of Chant's question, Ashley said, "Grandpa, the TV drama has to have such kind of plot, or
the story would end very soon and it can't attract any audience. But I think the king is blind too. How
could he believe Lisa like that?"
Chant said, "Right. The maid is pitiful. Nobody would believe her now."
Ashley felt awkward. She said inside, 'Grandpa, she would be the queen and the mother of a king later.'
But she had to say Chant was right for the time being.
She watched the TV drama and listened to Chant's chatter. She suddenly felt that Chant was just an
ordinary old man and wasn't as serious and formidable as she first saw him.
They exchanged comments about the plot from time to time in the following hour.
And Andrew, who was also present in the room, was totally ignored.
His face looked ugly and as he was going to say something, the TV drama suddenly ended. A torrent of
commercials began to fill the room with unwanted noise.
Chant was enjoying the drama so much that he felt quite disappointed that it abruptly ended.
Meanwhile, Andrew was pleased that the show finally ended. He held Ashley's hand and wanted to
leave with her.
Chant looked at him and asked, "Where are you taking Ashley to?"
Andrew replied calmly without changing his expression, "Go to sleep."
"Sleep? It's not even nine o'clock yet. You're sleepy already?"
Ashley's face turned stiff. She pulled on Andrew's sleeve, implying that it was a rare case that Chant
was so happy. She wanted to keep him company some more.
Andrew wouldn't listen to her because she was ignoring him in order to keep Chant happy.
Andrew was having none of that.
Andrew looked at Chant and replied to him, "Yes, we are going to make a grandson for you..."
Upon hearing Andrew's reply, Chant's displeasure eroded. He waved his hand excitedly and said,
"Okay, go then."
Dumbfounded, Ashley was dragged to the bedroom on the second floor. She reacted to what Andrew
said to Chant just after they got into the room.
Making a grandson for Chant?
Her face grew fiery red and she angrily glared at Andrew. "What bullshit did you just say to Chant?"
Andrew didn't expect Ashley to overreact the way she did. He confusedly replied, "What's wrong with
what I said?"
Nothing was wrong with what he said, but it was embarrassing for Ashley.
Ashley patted her cheeks with her hands and waited for the burning feeling to subside. She then
thought of what she needed to do.
But she had already come upstairs and she didn't have the face to go downstairs again.
She opened the wardrobe, looked for some pajamas so that she could go to the bathroom to take a
shower. She was in a trance and forgot she wasn't in the Golden Palace.
When Ashley opened the wardrobe door, she found it was full of men's wear. She was stupefied.
'Oh, my god! This is not the Golden Palace. It's Grandpa's house. And I haven't brought any clothes
with me. What shall I do now?'
Seeing her staying in front of the wardrobe without flinching, Andrew walked over to Ashley and asked,
"What's wrong?"
Ashley grimaced at him, biting her lip and felt embarrassed. She wondered if she had to tell the truth to
him.
It was summer. She couldn't do without taking a shower even if she wasn't sweating. It would be terribly
uncomfortable to go to bed without taking a shower.
She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.
After she finished her words, her face turned scarlet. She lowered her head and felt too ashamed to
see him.
Andrew's mind went blank. He took time to digest what she had just said. But despite what she said, he
was imagining something else. He pictured the image in his mind.
His eyes turned dark. Suddenly, he got a whiff of the fragrance on Ashley's body when she leaned
close and whispered in his ear. He had to force himself to stop thinking further.
He took a step back and said with a husky voice, "I'll go and ask Bertha." He turned and left, as if he
was fleeing from something that shouldn't be seen or heard.
But Ashley didn't notice his unusual behavior as she was looking at the floor.
After Andrew left, she had the hindsight of what his words might imply.
She froze right on the spot where she was standing. She almost wanted to dig a hole underground and
hide in it. Her face began to heavily blush red once again.
If she didn't hear him wrong, he was going to see Bertha.
'He went to ask Bertha?
Oh, my god. I should go and ask her myself!
He, a big man, goes to talk about this with Bertha...'
She bit her lip and could hardly sit still on the chair. The blushes on her face couldn't subside anymore
no matter how hard she tried to compose herself.
She had an impulse to rush out and look for Andrew, but in the end, she let the idea go for reasons
unknown.
On the other side, Andrew realized what he had said to her just after he left the bedroom.
It didn't seem appropriate for him to do that.
But he had already left the room and Ashley was waiting for him, so he couldn't care about the
embarrassment and headed downstairs to see Bertha.
At this moment he was grateful that he had a poker face all year round. Except for the time when he
was with Ashley alone, he never showed to anyone that he had a gentle side. So he put on that poker
face again and went to ask Bertha.
Bertha was shocked at his question.
"Miss Mu wants it?" asked Bertha.
Andrew nodded.
"But, I don't have it here. You know that," stammered Bertha.
And she added in her thoughts, 'Even if I do, I can't give it to you.'
They had already been living together. Why didn't Andrew have any experience in this? Bertha was a
little worried about Andrew. She didn't want to bother them about the pajamas.
Bertha didn't know that they did have experience. They had already done whatever a married couple
would normally do. She didn't have to worry about them at all.
Andrew frowned. He wouldn't give up trying again as he thought of Ashley's expression. So he asked
again, "Uh...How about your own pajamas?"
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