Chapter 337 Dancing in the Living Room
He looked groggy, like he'd just woken up. His vision was a bit hazy, and his long lashes hid the sharpness in his eyes. He pulled back the blanket a bit, showing off the defined muscles of his shoulders. From his collarbone down, there was a smooth, beautiful line.
Ashley quickly looked away, focusing on the foot of the bed. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you gonna tell me you drank too much last night and don't remember anything?"
Damian rubbed his temples and glanced at his bare chest. He didn't need to look further to know the rest of him was just as exposed. He smirked a little. "You mean, we have..."
"No," Ashley snapped, clearly frustrated.
Damian looked a bit let down, then gave a bitter smile. "If nothing happened, why are you so mad? Disappointed?"
Ashley gripped the blanket tightly. If her nails were longer, they'd be digging into her palms. "You really don't remember anything?"
Damian rested his head in his hand, his voice a bit rough. "Tell me, what did I do to make you so upset? If I need to take responsibility, I won't dodge it."
His righteous attitude only made Ashley angrier. She hated when drunk people dumped all their issues on the sober one and then used "I don't remember" to dodge responsibility without any guilt.
Even if nothing happened, Ashley didn't want to be the only one carrying the memories.
Ashley sneered. "You said last night you felt guilty, that you were sorry and wanted to make it up to me. You cried your eyes out in front of me."
Damian stopped rubbing his temples and looked her in the eye, emphasizing each word. "Cried?"
Ashley nodded, sighing dramatically. "I was surprised too. The dignified Mr. Hearst turns into that when he's drunk. You lost all your composure and became a big crybaby, hugging my leg and sobbing, saying 'I'm sorry' at least fifty times. If it wasn't so embarrassing, I might've recorded it."
Damian's lips twitched, his gaze deepening. "Crybaby? Hugging your leg?"
Ashley felt satisfied with his reaction and continued with more enthusiasm, even mimicking his posture from last night, hugging a pillow and pouting. "Something like this, in the living room."
Damian glanced at the living room carpet, his expression stiffening. "And you? What did you do?"
Ashley let out a long sigh. "What could I do? I couldn't move you. I tried to get you to stop crying, but you insisted on crying. Later, you cried yourself out and demanded food. I made you ravioli. If you burp now, you might still taste it."
Damian listened without speaking.
Ashley, having had her fill of venting, turned halfway to get out of bed. "And you cried and insisted on taking a bath, stripping completely, and dancing in the living room."
Damian looked at his body and then at Ashley, who was clearly frustrated and at her wit's end. "You just watched me dance?"
Ashley said, "I was afraid you'd hurt yourself."
"So, you enjoyed my dance?" Damian said.
Ashley snorted. "Enjoy? Do you even know what you look like when you dance? Even in a full suit, I wouldn't want to watch, let alone with no clothes. Do you think your body is that great?"
At this point, Damian protested. "My body isn't great?"
"Just average," Ashley said.
Damian grabbed the blanket and made a motion to lift it, gradually revealing his chest, abs, and V-line. "Sure? Do you want me to lift the blanket and confirm again?"
Ashley jumped back, turning her back to him. "You pervert!"
Damian finally cracked a small smile. "Next time you try to fool someone, come up with a more believable story, or you'll be the one embarrassed."
Ashley ground her teeth. "Maybe I exaggerated, but it's not far off."
With that, she walked out.
Damian watched her leave, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
"Drink the warm water and go back to sleep."
"These are the leftovers I ate. I used the fork."
"But Damian... did you ever like me, even a little? Not even a little?"
He did like her, not just a little, but a lot.
Lifting the blanket, Damian frowned even deeper.
So Ashley almost smothered him with the blanket, thinking he was aroused and wanted to do something else in the morning?
She had been married for three years and didn't know men were like this in the morning.
But it wasn't surprising she didn't know; they hadn't quietly enjoyed a morning together.
Wrapping a towel around himself, Damian walked to the living room. "Did you take care of me last night?"
Ashley spat out toothpaste foam, annoyed. "Who else?"
Damian didn't have a hangover headache in the morning, thanks to Ashley. "Did you really make ravioli?"
Ashley rolled her eyes. "No."
Damian took the dishes to the kitchen. Since she didn't have a dishwasher, he had to wash them himself.
Damian, shirtless, exuded an overwhelming amount of hormones. Just standing there was driving Ashley crazy, and he was seriously washing dishes, which was killing her.
She turned off the faucet. "Get out."
Damian's hands were wet. He wiped the foam from Ashley's mouth with his long fingers. "Do you have a clean toothbrush?"
Ashley, with the toothbrush in her mouth, was stunned and then quickly turned her head. "Get someone to bring you clothes."
If he kept wandering around like this, she couldn't guarantee she'd hold out.
"Okay," Damian said.
"Go to the bedroom now, don't come out," Ashley said.
Damian smiled. "Okay."
Ashley wanted to say more, but seeing his smile, she snapped, "What are you smiling at? Isn't this embarrassing enough?"
Damian put away his smile. "There are a lot of people here? It's just you."
"So you can embarrass yourself in front of me?" Ashley said.
"I don't mind," Damian said.
"You..." Ashley helplessly walked to the sink, rinsed her mouth, and scrubbed the spot he touched several times.
Closing her eyes, she took a new toothbrush from the storage box and mustered the courage to knock on the door.
Inside the room, Damian was on the phone.
Thomas, on the other end, was anxious. "Mr. Hearst, when did you get back last night?"
"After you all left," Damian said.
"Are you at..." Thomas said.
"Send a set of clothes to Sunset Ridge in an hour," Damian said.
'Sunset Ridge? Isn't that where Ashley rents?' Thomas immediately understood.
So Damian had planned for them to leave early yesterday?
Thomas asked, "The government officials are still waiting for your response. They hope you'll take on this project with technical and financial support. Will you accept?"
Those people drank a lot yesterday. Damian was the only one relatively sober, though he drank quite a bit too. Maybe he was in a bad mood, drinking one glass after another.
Damian usually hated getting drunk. Why the sudden interest?
Looking out the window, Damian felt his voice was unusually gentle. "Accepting isn't out of the question."
"Okay, I'll communicate with them. Also, your private jet is scheduled to depart tonight. Mr. Astor has agreed to return to Rochester City," Thomas said.
This answer didn't surprise him. If Dorian were a coward, even as Ashley's brother, Damian wouldn't have done so much. "Keep a close eye on it. No mistakes."
"Yes, Mr. Hearst!" Thomas said.
Damian thought of something. "And..."
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