Chapter 338 "Mr. Hearst, are you out of your mind?"
"Grab some antacids," Damian said.
Thomas's voice got all tense when he heard that. "I'll get them right away, Mr. Hearst... Did you mess up your stomach from drinking last night?"
Damian smirked. If he didn't take the meds, how could he prove he was blackout drunk yesterday? "A bit."
Thomas didn't waste any time and headed to the nearest pharmacy before even hanging up the phone.
After the call ended, Damian heard a knock on the door. "This is your home; you don't need to knock."
Ashley didn't want to knock either, but she didn't want to walk in on something she shouldn't see. "I found your toothbrush. Do you want to brush your teeth?"
Damian replied, "Aren't you bothered by me not wearing clothes? My assistant is tied up with something and can't come right away. I'll wait inside."
Ashley thought to herself, why was he being so particular about this? He never used to be so obedient. "It's fine, go ahead and brush your teeth."
Didn't she know Damian's habits? Even when he was that drunk last night, he still remembered to take a shower. How could he not brush his teeth in the morning?
Damian deliberately tied his towel securely in front of her, making sure it wouldn't slip as he moved. He looked at the white toothbrush in her hand, with its small brush head, just the right size for her small mouth. He suddenly had a strange thought: using it to brush his teeth might let him taste her lips.
The same toothpaste, the same fresh mint flavor—wasn't it almost like kissing her?
After washing up, Damian came out and saw Ashley cooking in the kitchen. He leaned against a chair in the dining room. "What are you making? I thought you couldn't cook?"
Ashley had a bowl of batter ready and was heating oil in a pan. "Right, I can't cook so that I won't ruin your stomach."
The smell of the batter hitting the oil made Damian's appetite surge. The gourmet food he had eaten before seemed insignificant. "Seeing how serious you are, I can make an exception. Besides, you're the host, and I'm the guest. It's not right for you to eat while I watch."
Ashley wanted to say it was perfectly fine!
The first pancake was done, and just like last time, Damian took the plate and handed her a new one, heading to the dining room to taste it alone.
The fluffy, soft pancake melted in his mouth without needing to chew.
When the second plate was ready, Damian handed back the previous plate and took the new one. "There was no saliva on it."
Ashley was speechless. "You ate so much ravioli yesterday. Are you really that hungry?"
Damian showed no shame. "I don't want to waste your culinary skills. You can consider this as me being considerate of your feelings."
'Please don't be considerate of my feelings; I'm afraid I won't have anything left to eat.'
Thomas, worried about Damian's stomach issues, arrived half an hour early and saw Ashley's car in the parking lot with a scratch on the front.
Did Ashley have a car accident?
Without pausing, Thomas quickly went upstairs.
When the doorbell rang, Ashley and Damian were in the middle of a battle over the pancakes, neither wanting to eat less than the other.
Damian said matter-of-factly, "Go answer the door."
Ashley didn't budge. "It's for you; you go answer it."
Damian, even more relaxed, straightened up, revealing his toned abs. "Then let him wait."
"You..." Ashley angrily put down her fork. She couldn't compete with Damian's shamelessness. "Thomas?"
Thomas walked in and immediately caught a whiff of the delicious aroma, making his empty stomach growl. Seeing Ashley was fine, he relaxed and smiled. "Miss Astor, are you having breakfast?"
"Yeah... Have you eaten?" Ashley asked.
Thomas wanted to say he had, but the smell was too tempting. "Not yet."
Ashley was caught off guard by his answer. "Then, come join us!"
Thomas, carrying four paper bags, placed them on the entryway shelf and smiled. "I don't want to intrude."
"Don't be so polite. This is my home, not the office. I have the right to invite you for breakfast unless you dislike my cooking," Ashley said.
"No, no! Absolutely not. The smell alone made me hungry," Thomas walked in and was stunned.
Was he seeing things?
Damian was sitting at the small round dining table, shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around him, elegantly eating.
He thought Damian needed a formal outfit for some event, but he found that Damian literally had no clothes to wear.
With only a few pancakes left on the plate, Ashley invited him to sit. "Wait a bit, and I'll make more. It won't take long. There's fresh milk in the fridge; help yourself."
"Okay, Miss Astor, I'll get it myself." Thomas poured some milk and sat down, his left arm almost touching Damian's right. "Mr. Hearst... Was it Ms. Astor who picked you up yesterday?"
Damian didn't answer, continuing to eat his pancakes slowly. "You're lucky."
Thomas was confused. "What?"
"This is the second time I've eaten her pancakes," Damian said.
And it came at a great cost.
Thomas chuckled, picking up a fork. "I'll savor it and cherish it. I remember Ms. Astor never used to cook, let alone make breakfast. She has really changed, become even more amazing!"
Damian frowned in displeasure. "Can't you eat without talking?"
Thomas smiled, taking a small bite of the pancake. "It's really good! Softer than the ones sold outside."
"No kidding," Damian said.
There was a hint of pride in his voice.
Ashley made more pancakes, stacking them high on a plate. "Is it okay?"
Thomas gave a thumbs up, delighted. "Very delicious! Miss Astor, if you ever don't want to be a lawyer, you could start a pancake brand. I'd invest all my money in it."
Damian scoffed. 'As if you'd get the chance.'
The three of them ate in silence, occasionally raising their glasses of milk at the same time, and Ashley would smile at Thomas.
Thomas suddenly remembered something and brought out a small box. "Mr. Hearst, your antacids."
Ashley looked at the box, which contained at least seven or eight different types of stomach medicine. "You... have a stomachache?"
Did he drink too much and vomit, hurting his stomach?
"Yeah, it's been a long time since I drank that much. I must have hurt my stomach lining. It hurt a bit this morning." Damian said, opening one of the boxes and taking two pills with his milk.
Seeing him take the medicine, Ashley felt a bit guilty. She should have warmed the milk for him. "Wait, the milk is a bit cold. Let me heat it for you."
Without waiting for his response, she took his cup and put it in the microwave.
After she left, Thomas whispered, "Mr. Hearst, you... just took digestive pills."
He thought that besides drinking too much, stomach discomfort might also be due to indigestion, so he bought a box.
Damian put all the medicine back in the paper bag and tossed it aside. "You saw wrong."
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