Chapter 448 The Couple's Daily Life
The cramped, enclosed space, the faint allure of wine, the warm breath, the quickened heartbeat—all the elements of seduction were in place. All that was left was for the person involved to let their guard down and jump in, leading naturally to a passionate encounter.
Ashley tilted her neck to avoid Damian's kiss, so his warm lips landed on her neck instead. His deep, seductive voice followed, "Do you know how much I wanted to kiss you right there when you were talking to Hendrix?"
He was eager to prove that Ashley belonged to him and to crush all of Hendrix's fantasies, but he knew that would make Ashley angry, so he held back.
Ashley swallowed, the tingling in her neck almost making her bones feel like they were shattering. Her legs were so weak she could barely stand, and her voice took on a tone of losing control, "You saw it. I told him again that I wasn't interested in him. Besides, Esme is after him now, so don't make things difficult for him."
Damian nibbled at her skin bit by bit, from her neck to her ear, then to her cheek, and finally stopped at her nose. "Worried he'll get hurt?"
Ashley shrank back, pressing closer to him, "Yeah, he's not as capable as you. If you make a move, will he even survive?"
This answer satisfied Damian, and he teased her, "The clothes we bought today have arrived."
Ashley's face quickly turned red, "Can't you think of anything else? Is this all you think about all day?"
Damian replied matter-of-factly, "Tomorrow is uncertain, but today I really want to."
He had barely held back in the fitting room, and now he had already shown gentlemanly restraint. What more did she want?
The elevator doors opened, and Ashley's feet left the ground as she fell into Damian's arms. She exclaimed, "No! Your arm isn't healed yet; you can't exert yourself!"
Damian frowned, the pain in his arm reminding him to take it easy, but he didn't want to let go. "It's fine, just a few steps."
Ashley panicked and twisted out of his arms, grabbing his right arm and scolding, "Ignoring the doctor's advice, do you want to become disabled?"
Damian stood at the door, "Can't bear to see me hurt?"
"No!"
"My ears aren't just for decoration; I can tell."
Ashley, exasperated, let go of him, "Serves you right if it breaks."
The door lock clicked open, and Damian turned to press her against the door. Without the worry of cameras, he kissed her lips unrestrainedly, the taste of wine between them growing more intense.
Ashley's small frame was almost crushed into his embrace, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled sound. Her arm was uncomfortable against the door, so she hesitantly wrapped it around his waist, encircling him.
Feeling her cooperation, Damian raised an eyebrow and kissed her more passionately.
By the time they finished, they had somehow ended up on the living room sofa, her underneath and him on top, both breathing heavily.
The living room lights were off, with only a soft glow from the sensor light on the dining cabinet.
Damian pressed against her legs, a few strands of hair sticking to his mouth. He smiled and brushed them away, "Want to take a shower?"
Her cheeks were a light pink, her long eyelashes covering her watery eyes like ripe fruit, "Okay."
"Together?"
Ashley immediately showed her claws, "No way!"
"Sleep in my room tonight."
Ashley was a bit stunned. How did it come to sleeping in his room? This was only the first night!
"No, all my stuff is downstairs. It's more convenient for cooking tomorrow."
Damian poked her forehead, dissatisfied, "I'll come down after my shower."
Why did every word he say hint at that kind of thing?
Ashley pushed against his solid chest, just about to resist, when she thought of a compromise, "How about I come up later to give you a sleep massage?"
Damian was secretly delighted but kept a straight face, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After his shower, Damian sprayed on some refreshing cologne to dispel the lingering smell of tobacco, made sure his stubble was clean, and his hair was fluffy and dry. Confident, he walked out of the bathroom, lifted the covers, and leaned against the headboard with a book.
Waiting for Ashley to come.
After her shower, Ashley opened the wardrobe and was a bit shocked.
The pajamas they bought at the custom shop during the day were neatly hung by the butler. There were so many that they filled the wardrobe, burying the few summer clothes she had brought.
Ashley slowly got herself ready, put on her underwear and long-sleeved pajamas, pocketed her phone, and went upstairs.
Under the reading light, Damian was seriously flipping through the pages, his chiseled profile exuding a hazy sexiness, his focused expression radiating mature allure.
Ashley pinched her palm to snap back to reality, "Not sleeping yet?"
Damian leaned against the pillow and patted the edge of the bed, "Sit down and keep me company while I read for a bit."
Read what? Did she have the time for that?
Ashley glanced at the cover and saw it was "And Then There Were None." Was he trying to make his dreams more terrifying?
"Reading such a brainy book before bed will affect your sleep and give you nightmares."
Damian had randomly pulled a book from the shelf, not expecting it to be a detective novel, but he didn't want to go back down to find another, so he kept reading, "Compared to insomnia, nightmares are a good thing."
Ashley felt a pang of sympathy. She knew the pain of insomnia, but Damian's chronic condition must be even more painful than she imagined. "If you want to read, I'll help you pick another book."
As she was about to leave, Damian grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and frowned, "Wearing a bra at night?"
Ashley wouldn't tell him it was to guard against perverts, "There's still some time before bed. Without it, they'll sag."
Damian cupped her with his hand and smirked, "True."
Ashley's face flushed, and she leaned back, "Mr. Hearst, lie down, and I'll give you a massage."
Damian was reluctant to let go, "No rush, let me finish these pages."
Ashley was exasperated. Fine, read, but could he let go of her hand?
Half an hour later.
The lights were dimmed, the windows and curtains closed, leaving only a sleep lamp on.
Using the same technique, but more skillfully than last time.
Before he fell asleep, Ashley asked, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"
Damian showed no signs of sleeping, inhaling her subtle fragrance, his thoughts becoming clearer, his desire growing, "Come up here."
Ashley was determined not to do that with him, pulling out a prepared excuse, "Chronic insomnia has serious consequences, like reduced sperm quality, infertility, and even sudden death. Mr. Hearst, you should prioritize sleep and take care of other things once your health improves."
In the dark, she seemed to see Damian's face darken, "You're so concerned about my offspring."
"Mr. Hearst has a vast business empire that needs an heir."
Damian's temples throbbed with anger. The atmosphere was so good, and she had to ruin it, "Come to the office with me tomorrow."
Ashley paused, "Why?"
"You don't have a job now, staying home is a waste of talent. I have something that suits you."
Was he even human?
Cooking and cleaning were one thing, but now she had to work for him too?
"That wasn't the deal."
"Don't want to go? Then come up here."
Ashley wanted to poke a hole in his forehead, but she was under his control, "What kind of work? What field? I don't know anything except legal affairs."
"You'll find out tomorrow."
That night, Ashley finally managed to massage Damian to sleep after much effort. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open and went back to her room to sleep.
The next morning, Ashley was woken by her alarm to make breakfast, yawning all the while.
Damian, on the other hand, had gotten up early for a run, returning with a sweaty body, his quick-dry shirt barely containing his heaving chest muscles.
Who was the one with chronic insomnia again?
Ashley pouted, "Go shower, breakfast is ready!"
Damian, holding a water cup, looked at Ashley pouring milk and was momentarily stunned.
Bathed in morning light, Ashley's loose hair and makeup-free face glowed. Her skin was smoother than the milk in her hand, and she exuded a gentle, virtuous aura that suited her perfectly.
The warm atmosphere felt like a small daily routine of a married couple, as if life should be like this—three meals a day, one city, one person.
Damian's throat tightened, his heart wrapped in layers of warmth, "Okay."
Soon, Damian's car arrived at KM Tower.
Ashley looked up at the towering glass building, feeling intimidated, "Victor and Nathan also work here. What if they see me? How do I explain?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar figure walked briskly towards her, laughing loudly, "Ashley? Long time no see!"
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