Chapter 364 Feels Very Homely

Ashley thought Damian would storm off, leaving her with an inscrutable back view, but instead, he grabbed her hand and swiftly walked out of the luxurious estate.

This time, his grip wasn't strong, but she had no reason to shake it off.

Damian didn't directly kill Hendrix, nor did he do anything to harm him. Although his words were harsh, Hendrix was actually unharmed.

Just this fact alone was enough for Ashley to criticize him for a long time silently.

Once in the car, Ashley still sat in the driver's seat. She fastened her seatbelt and looked at the man beside her, "How about I drive you home?"

Damian leaned back in his seat, silently watching her start the engine and drive out the way they came.

On the main road, Ashley confirmed again, "Where to?"

Was Damian going to be like others and say, "Anywhere"?

"Not angry anymore?"

Ashley smirked inwardly but kept a calm face, "What's there to be angry about? We have different stances. You have your reasons. If it were me, I might have gotten angry too."

Damian rolled down the window to let the new car air out.

The wind blew into the car, lifting the woman's long hair. Some strands drifted over to his side, light and soft like silk, entangling gently.

He suddenly thought of the most intimate moments with her, every inch of her skin smooth. Her movements were a bit clumsy, but it didn't change the softness of her skin. Her soft flesh lingered in his palm like flowing water, smooth and delicate, leaving bruises with just a bit of force. If he kissed her hard, the marks wouldn't fade for days.

His throat tightened, and Damian felt a bit hot.

"What are you angry about?"

At the intersection ahead, Ashley looked left and right at the traffic. She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but when she glanced to the right, it seemed Damian's ears were a bit red. After passing the red light, she said, "From your perspective, you must think I'm ungrateful, accepting your help and then turning around to become your opponent."

Damian snorted, "So you do know something."

Ashley said, "I know, but I can't help it. It's simple; I don't want to mix work and personal life. Take today, for example. I met Hendrix at the estate mainly because his leg is inconvenient, and we couldn't meet at the law firm. Even if he weren't a subordinate, I would consider his situation and accommodate him."

From her words, Damian caught a piece of information: Ashley was explaining herself to him.

Damian felt much better and smirked contemptuously, "So you're saying you treated him especially because he's disabled?"

Ashley wanted to retort but reconsidered and gave up. Even if she won the argument with Damian, what good would it do?

The car headed towards Imperial Residence, and Ashley didn't seek his opinion again, "Quantum Innovations Tech's lawyer..."

She hadn't formally met with Quantum Innovations Tech's lawyer yet. They hadn't sent anyone over, and Ashley wanted to take this opportunity to gather some information.

Despite the slim chances of success.

But Damian generously answered, "Dante."

Ashley's hand tightened, and she recalled Dante's expression when he had her sign the divorce papers, a mix of softness and firmness. That incident left her unable to face the memory for a long time, casting a shadow over her feelings towards Dante.

Last time, she and Dante were on the same side in court, so she didn't feel the direct conflict. But this time, she would be battling Dante in court. Ashley forced herself to stay calm, "I thought Quantum Innovations Tech was just a small branch under KM, not worth Mr. Hearst's big move. I didn't expect Mr. Hearst to send Mr. Moretti into the fray."

Damian said, "The best way to respect an opponent is to go all out. Ms. Astor deserves such a lineup."

Even threats sound so dignified. Thank you for your respect!

Ashley's car didn't have access to the underground garage, so she pulled over, "Mr. Hearst, please get out."

Damian sat steadily inside, showing no intention of getting out, "Drive-in."

Ashley looked at the height restriction bar at the entrance, "This is a new car. It's not worth it to crash into it."

Damian raised his hand to the administrator, who immediately granted special access and politely smiled, "Please, go ahead."

Ashley raised an eyebrow. She was looking for an excuse not to go in. Now what?

Familiar with the place, she parked the car under Damian's building, afraid he might make a request. She quickly said, "Mr. Hearst, you should rest early. I won't disturb you. I still have some work to handle, so I need to go back."

Damian slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, "Wasting four or five hours of my time, and you leave without even a thank you?"

Before Ashley could respond, Damian said, "Get out. We're not going to my place."

The car door opened, and Ashley slowly moved out, "Mr. Hearst, if you have something to say, you can say it here."

Damian raised his wrist to show her the watch, "Ms. Astor, look at the time. I don't have the habit of discussing things on an empty stomach."

Ashley, tangled in dozens of thoughts along the way, had lost track of time and forgot she hadn't eaten anything except for drinking water in the afternoon. "So? You mean to find a place to eat?"

If she had known his next plan was to eat, she would have parked the car at a restaurant. He could have just said so!

Damian walked ahead, his long legs moving quickly, "Yes."

Soon, he pressed the elevator button for building eight.

Ashley finally understood. He meant to go to the place where she used to live. "Is there someone living there now?"

Otherwise, what would they eat? Bricks?

"No one."

Ashley was stunned.

Password unlocked, they entered.

The ventilation system worked around the clock, so even though no one had lived there for a long time, the air was still fresh. The curtains were open, offering a view of the scenery outside. The house was clean and tidy, spotless, and all the furniture...

Wait, Ashley pointed uncertainly at the three-tier sideboard, "Who assembled this?"

When she left, all the large items were packed in boxes in the living room. How did everything get arranged so neatly?

Of course, some furniture wasn't placed where she had envisioned.

Damian said, "What do you think?"

Ashley touched the very stable chest of drawers, which didn't wobble at all, indicating the screws were well-fixed. "Did a professional installer come?"

Damian frowned, "So, you're quite satisfied?"

At least in her view, the assembly was as good as a professional's.

"At least it's very stable. When I bought it, I was worried it might not be assembled well and would wobble. Look, it's stable even without leaning against the wall!"

Looking at the furniture she had personally selected, Ashley felt a warm sensation in her heart.

Damian's gaze slid over her face, and then he said nonchalantly, "How many good things can you find in that kind of place? Consider yourself lucky."

"I think it's great! Look, it doesn't disrupt the overall style of your home. It matches well, the colors are consistent, and it doesn't look messy. Besides, I chose them carefully. They weren't expensive, but they don't look cheap either!"

She had been quite generous when buying furniture, getting both urgent and non-urgent items. Now, with everything in place, the house finally felt like a home. The display shelf held expensive vases Damian had bought, the entryway cabinet had Nordic-style vases and fresh flowers, and the background wall featured a reasonably priced but well-designed replica painting.

The sideboard's pegboard held unused utensils and cups, wine glasses hung upside down on a metal rack, and a brand-new coffee machine sat on the counter.

Next to the sofa was her favorite vintage coffee table, a simple black design perfect for holding a cup of coffee.

A white, linear rug extended under the sofa, creating a separate space, and the orange throw pillow was simply the finishing touch.

On the other side was a simple rocking chair, with a cashmere shawl she had chosen draped over the back.

A particularly warm image popped into Ashley's mind.

A lazy afternoon, lying on the rocking chair with a book, sunlight warming her face, and a steaming cup of coffee by her side. When tired, she could cover herself with the shawl and take a beautiful nap to soothing music.

Thinking about it, Ashley's mouth curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling. "Don't you think this place feels very homey? It's much cozier than the place you live in."

Damian withdrew his gaze from her, his fingers brushing his nose. Actually, from the moment Ashley stood there, he had a strong feeling that he was finally home.

In the past, when he entered alone, even though the furniture bore her touch, he couldn't capture any warmth.

A home isn't just a house or expensive furnishings; it's the person you want to see when you open the door.

"A place with the smell of cooking feels like home. Just having some furniture doesn't cut it. Come on, let's cook."

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