Chapter 403 Sharing the Bed Once Again
Time passed gently in the soft, warm light.
Ashley gave him a full head massage, her fingers a bit sore, but Damian still seemed unable to fall asleep.
For chronic insomnia, was this method too outdated?
Ashley, afraid of driving away his slight drowsiness, leaned in closer and whispered, "Still can't sleep?"
Damian's ears tingled.
The places her voice touched felt like withered branches slowly blooming with new buds, the fuzzy sprouts particularly endearing.
These feelings Damian would only keep to himself, never sharing with anyone. "Almost asleep, do it again."
Ashley closed her eyes in frustration. Again? Her hands would break.
"Okay, I'll be gentler."
Damian didn't respond, immersed in her gentle breathing and touch, enjoying the rare tranquility and comfort.
He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.
Even when Jessica did deep hypnosis for him, it didn't feel this comfortable.
Strangely, he had tried massage therapy before with a famous hypnotherapist, but it didn't bring him any comfort. How could Ashley, a non-professional, make him feel so at ease?
Damian had reason to believe he had first accepted Ashley as a person, so everything about her seemed filtered through a positive lens.
Ashley, feeling sleepy herself, let out a soft yawn.
Yawning was contagious, and it worked on Damian too, who lazily yawned as he lay there.
The two identical actions, one after the other, made the atmosphere awkward again.
Fortunately, Damian had his eyes closed, and the light was dim enough that no one saw Ashley's blushing ears.
From initial discomfort to mechanical movements, Ashley's hand strength weakened as sleepiness set in. Whether Damian fell asleep was unclear, but she was so tired her eyes could barely stay open.
She kept telling herself not to sleep, but unknowingly, her head tilted, and she lost consciousness.
Half-asleep, Damian realized Ashley had stopped.
His eyes were heavy, about to fall asleep, but his subconscious forced him to open them and look back.
He saw Ashley sitting there, head tilted, asleep.
He reached out, supporting her head from falling, and gently called, "Ashley?"
No response.
Damian bent down, slid his arm under her legs, and when he tried to lift her, a pain in his right arm flared up again. He frowned, then carefully picked her up and placed her on the bed.
Ashley, exhausted from helping Amelia all night, didn't react when Damian picked her up. She just snuggled into his arm, making herself more comfortable.
Damian, about to get up, paused, a warm smile appearing on his face.
Then, he covered her with a light blanket and lay down beside her.
His arm under her neck, he didn't move again.
Ashley slept until nine the next morning.
When she woke up, the suite was empty, only Damian's scent lingering.
Damian?
Ashley sat up abruptly, looking at her clothes. Except for her shoes, everything was still on, and her earphones were in her pocket. It seemed like nothing had happened.
She slept on the bed last night, so where was Damian?
After all that hypnosis, did he still not sleep?
Or maybe they "shared a bed" again last night.
Quietly getting out of bed, Ashley found her shoes by the bed, ready to sneak out unnoticed.
"Awake?"
A deep voice broke the silence. Ashley instantly switched from tiptoeing to normal walking, pretending nothing had happened. "Mr. Hearst, did you sleep well last night?"
Damian, in a sharp suit, came in with a closed laptop. "Not bad, I barely fell asleep. Looks like your hypnosis technique works a bit."
Ashley noticed his polished look. "You went to work?"
"Had a meeting."
He had a video conference in the morning and didn't want to disturb her rest, so he took his laptop to the executive hallway.
Sleeping so late and waking up so early, Damian's workload would exhaust anyone else.
Thinking about his consistent work routine over the years, Ashley felt a bit soft-hearted.
"Alright, but you should still have breakfast."
Damian agreed, "Okay."
"You go ahead, I'll head down."
"Okay."
He agreed readily, not even looking up.
Ashley hurried downstairs, and as expected, was greeted by Amelia's scolding.
"Where were you? Not answering your phone, nowhere to be found all night. Were you in Damian's room?"
Ashley tried to muddle through, "I heard your verbal battle with Christian yesterday, Amelia, impressive!"
She clapped exaggeratedly.
Amelia sneered, grabbing her neck and pressing, "Who told me to curse people? Who said if I ever encounter some idiot doing stupid things again, I should curse them out?"
Ashley raised her hands in surrender, "My bad, Amelia. Last night was an accident. If Damian hadn't pulled me away, Christian might have snapped my neck. Just yesterday, when I was about to set off the smoke alarm, guess what? Someone suddenly—"
Amelia loosened her grip, "You got caught?"
Ashley nodded fearfully, "I thought no one went to the top floor. How could it be different? Before I could figure it out, that person shouted at me... Luckily, Damian was useful and pulled me into his room in time."
Amelia grinned mischievously, "Here's the key point, Ashley. You were in his room all night?"
"Look at my outfit. Besides sleeping on the couch, what else could I do? You know how much of a clean freak he is; he didn't even let me into the suite."
Amelia finally found this believable, "Alright, go wash up. I'm heading to the set later."
She flicked her hair dramatically.
Ashley crossed her arms, circling her, "Lead role?"
"Keep it low-key."
Amelia had jumped from the third female lead to the first, with a corresponding increase in pay and treatment. After signing the contract, she messaged Ashley, her words full of joy.
Then she sent a voice message, "One more thing, our company higher-ups want to change my agent. Do you think this is Christian setting a trap?"
Ashley replied, "Whether it's a trap or not, you have to accept the higher-ups' decision. Don't worry, we'll play it by ear."
With Amelia's situation settled, Ashley moved her return to Rochester City to the next day.
After calling the front desk to check out, she suddenly remembered the snacks Freya made for Damian in the fridge and slapped her forehead in frustration.
She had put the snack box in the trunk yesterday, but Damian left early and forgot to take it. She had to bring it back to her room.
In the rush, she had forgotten all about it.
Now what?
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