Chapter 336 Falling on Her Horse's Back
Not long after, Damian came out with wet hair, wrapped in a blue and white towel. With no bathrobe in sight, he had just enough fabric to cover the essentials, showing off his sculpted chest and abs. Water droplets sparkled on his muscles, making him look like a walking ad for masculinity.
Ashley held her breath, almost getting a nosebleed. She quickly looked away and pointed to the sink, "Hairdryer."
Whether Damian didn't hear her or just didn't care, he grabbed a towel and roughly dried his short hair before stumbling towards the bedroom.
Ashley was left speechless.
After freshening up, Ashley stood in the living room in her pajamas and realized a big problem.
Damian was in the bed, so where was she supposed to sleep?
Her couch was way too small unless she wanted to curl up like a pretzel.
After an hour of trying and feeling sore all over, Ashley angrily marched to the bedroom.
Damian was lying on the inside of the 6-foot bed, one hand on his stomach and the other by his side. His hair, still a bit damp, fell softly over his clean forehead and brows. He looked pretty comfy after throwing up, with his brows relaxed and his mouth not so tight.
Despite her anger, she couldn't help but feel a bit of compassion.
Ashley grabbed a dry towel, knelt by the bed, and gently wiped his hair, getting rid of all the water droplets. She then wrapped the towel around his head to soak up more moisture, making sure it was about eighty percent dry before fluffing it up.
Kneeling for too long made her legs go numb, so she gritted her teeth and knelt back down, waiting for the feeling to come back.
At that moment, she looked at his face from an angle, noticing his thick eyelashes, straight nose, and moist lips. His jawline perfectly framed his handsome features.
Maybe her younger self had been drawn to his looks, which was why she jumped in headfirst without any hesitation.
"But Damian... did you ever like me, even just a little bit?" Ashley whispered.
He slept quietly, without any reaction, clearly unable to hear her question.
There was still plenty of space on the bed, and she didn't take up much room while sleeping, so it should be fine.
Ashley watched Damian sleep peacefully for a while, then irritably pulled the blanket over herself and lay down on the edge of the bed.
The bedroom was quiet, with the lights off, and she could hear Damian's steady breathing. Following his rhythm, Ashley felt her eyes grow heavier and heavier.
She had a dream.
In the dream, it was a beautiful April day. She had carefully chosen a white dress, matching high heels, and a light green shoulder bag, feeling happy as she went to bump into Damian.
Dorian's info was spot on; Damian was vacationing at Whisper Vale that day. Dressed casually, he looked less serious, bathed in the gentle spring breeze with a faint glow around him.
When she arrived, Damian was sitting by the stained-glass window in the manor's study, reading a book. His back was straight, his legs crossed, and he was in a high-ceilinged, vintage-style study surrounded by tall bookshelves.
But he was the most noticeable presence there, with a rare scholarly air, looking incredibly handsome.
She hid outside the door, gazing at him like a painting for ages.
So long that when Damian got tired of reading, he leaned back in his chair for a nap.
He placed the book on a side table, crossed his hands over his stomach, and closed his eyes. Once she was sure he was asleep, she slipped off her high heels and tiptoed over, standing behind him. She slowly reached out her fingers to trace his eyebrows, eyes, and nose.
Then, unfortunately, she woke Damian up.
"What are you doing?" His voice was low and gruff, filled with impatience.
She immediately felt guilty, rubbing her toes together and mumbling, "I came to see you, but you were asleep, so I didn't call you."
Damian's brows furrowed, his tone clearly annoyed, "Why are you looking for me? How many times have I told you not to disturb me?"
Ashley felt wronged, her eyes welling up with tears, "Don't be mad at me. I just wanted to see you."
Damian seemed exasperated, rubbing his forehead, "Who gave you the information this time? How did you know I was here?"
She didn't dare to betray Dorian, so she made up an excuse, "I guessed. You usually come here for vacations, don't you?"
"What? Have you figured out my travel patterns? Are you planning to ambush me at the office next?" He sneered, mocking her for being an intrusive woman.
She stammered, "I wouldn't do that."
Then, the scene shifted. Damian went to the manor's stables to ride a horse, and she happily followed, not at all embarrassed by the earlier scolding.
Damian quickly put on his riding boots, leaped onto a horse, and held the reins and whip. Sitting tall on the horse, he looked like a majestic general.
She admired him, "So handsome!"
But Damian ignored her, squeezed the horse's sides with his legs, and galloped away gracefully.
She hurriedly changed into pants and boots, but by the time she got on a horse, Damian was long gone.
She rode aimlessly, time stretching infinitely, the scene growing dark. Suddenly, it was night, and her horse went wild, running erratically. She couldn't hold the reins or stop it.
She shouted and called for help, but Damian did not respond.
Finally, when she was about to despair, a strong arm grabbed the reins, leaped onto her horse, and tightened the reins. The horse reared up, neighed, and finally stopped.
She was terrified, turning to hug his waist tightly, "I was so scared!"
Damian impatiently held her waist to prevent the horse from getting startled again, "Get down."
Get down? She didn't want to. She wanted to be held by him, even if it meant staying on a potentially wild horse.
But his grip on her waist was too tight, making her uncomfortable.
She wanted to ask Damian to loosen up a bit.
Thinking about it, she woke up.
The dream had been so intense that Ashley didn't feel much relief upon waking. She moved and froze.
What was she holding?
Focusing her eyes, she realized that at some point during the night, she had rolled to the inside of the bed and was hugging Damian's waist, half her body draped over him, her legs tangled with his.
This position was eerily similar to how she had hugged him on the horse in her dream.
Ashley took a deep breath and slowly released her hold on him. As she moved, she noticed something even more awkward.
Damian wasn't wearing any clothes; he was covered only by a thin summer blanket. As she moved, the blanket slipped, exposing him completely to the light.
Ashley glanced down, her face turning bright red.
Damn Damian, he must be pretending to sleep. Otherwise, how could he...
Gritting her teeth, Ashley roughly pulled the blanket over him, covering him from head to toe. 'Serves you right!'
Feeling the rough treatment, Damian woke up with a frown, lifting the blanket to reveal his sleepy face, "Ashley?"
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