Chapter 471 The Paper Box in the Nightstand
His eyes were so close, his breath so close, and his body heat so close without any barriers.
Ashley admitted to herself that she wasn't calm enough to ignore all his signals. In such an ambiguous night, with the lights dim and the moonlight seemingly intoxicated, even a slight movement of her pupils would stir up ambiguous factors from all directions.
"You..." Ashley bit her lip, "Get up, or your back injury will worsen. Also, the doctor said you need to rest these days and avoid too much physical exertion."
Wasn't that clear enough?
As a woman, how much more straightforward did she need to be?
But Damian still lay on top of her, the excessive heat spreading infinitely between them, his chest almost drying the wet spot on her clothes. "Open the drawer of the bedside table on your right, the first layer."
Ashley didn't understand, her eyes warily staring at him. "What for? Medicine? The medicine isn't here; I put it outside. You lie down, and I'll get it."
Damian's eyes, thick with desire, stared at her like a starving lion. "Not medicine, a paper box. Feel for it."
Ashley bit her lip and reached out her hand, and just as she was about to look, Damian grabbed her chin with one hand. "What are you doing? Can't I look while searching?"
Damian said seriously, "There's only one thing inside; you won't get it wrong."
Ashley had no choice but to feel for the drawer and open it. Her fingers touched a small, hard paper box with a layer of plastic wrap on it. "What is this? It doesn't seem like cigarettes..."
Her mouth formed the words, but the next moment she froze. In her hand, she was clearly holding an unopened box of Okamoto condoms!
In this position, with this item, if she still didn't understand what was about to happen, she would be a complete fool. Her face heated up, and her ears turned red, but she snorted angrily, "Mr. Hearst seems to like this brand a lot, always in stock, huh!"
Damian's public identity was that of a single man, but had he ever lacked women around him? No!
Not to mention the past Trinity, and Jessica, who openly had sex with him in the office, had never fallen out of favor.
Yes, Damian, this proud man, was willing to use condoms for her.
As his ex-wife, a woman who maintained an ambiguous, mutually beneficial relationship with him, she had no right to say anything. But this humiliation was like a knife stabbing her heart, and for a moment, the pain was almost unbearable.
He wanted to use something prepared for others on her!
How pathetic. All her bravery in front of Anthony today was a joke.
Ashley forcibly swallowed all her bitterness, showing an ugly smile. "Mr. Hearst, I won't borrow something prepared for others. If you want to have sex, let's have sex. I can take pills."
She would rather take pills and mess up her hormones than use it!
Damian grabbed her wrist, forcing her to look at the silver-gray box. "There's no one else."
There was never anyone else she thought of, only her.
Ashley sneered, tears of bitterness streaming down. "Mr. Hearst, a grown man, keeps contraceptives in his drawer, not for women, but to blow balloons?"
Damian's eye twitched, laughing angrily. "I didn't expect you to say such things."
"I have different attitudes towards different people."
"This was bought last time when I accompanied you to buy sanitary pads, and it's been here ever since, untouched."
Saying it was untouched wasn't entirely accurate. After all, on many sleepless nights, he would take it out and look at it, then irritably throw it back in.
Ashley was momentarily speechless, finding it hard to believe his explanation. Then she thought, right, he probably wouldn't bring women to his usual place, so naturally, it wouldn't be used. "Mr. Hearst has quite a good habit, keeping his private life and nightlife separate. Are you afraid your usual sleeping place will be tainted with too many women's scents?"
Damian pinched her fingers. "On my bed, there's only your scent."
"But Mr. Hearst, you have more than one bed."
"I don't have other women."
"Mr. Hearst is explaining to me?"
Trinity isn't a person, Jessica isn't a person?
"You can understand it that way."
"Do you think I believe it?"
Damian's lips pressed into a hard line. "How do you want me to prove it?"
Ashley's heart raced. She actually felt that Damian was pledging loyalty to her, but was it necessary? They weren't in that kind of relationship. "Mr. Hearst doesn't need to prove anything. In your world, you do whatever you want. I'm just an outsider."
"Ashley." Damian gritted his teeth, burying his head and forcefully sucking on her collarbone.
"Ow!" Ashley felt the pain, using both hands to push him, but Damian was like an unbreakable wall, unmoved.
His position shifted, his breathing becoming more rapid with the intensified actions. In just a moment, her clothes were all removed, her body completely naked!
She heard a sound by her ear and saw Damian's slender fingers unwrapping the paper box.
"Damian, I said no, I'd rather take pills!"
She was already very humiliated and didn't want even this to carry traces of others, to share with other women.
It would make her sick, make her vomit!
Damian tore it open and removed a small square. "Don't take pills in the future."
He didn't want her to harm her body.
"Damian!" Ashley shouted at him, grabbing his hand to stop him from tearing it open. "Try using it, I dare you!"
Damian's movements paused, frowning. "Ashley, be good."
The annoying ringtone of an incoming call sounded.
Ashley suddenly exerted force, taking the opportunity to push Damian off her a bit. "Your phone, at this time, it must be urgent, go answer it!"
She was already sweating, biting her lip anxiously.
No matter who was calling, she was very grateful.
Damian, looking irritated and completely furious, threw away the paper box. "Damn it!"
Ashley pursed her lips, turning her head away.
Damian, suppressing his frustration, reached for the phone on the bedside table. Seeing the caller ID, his frown deepened. "Mom."
Ashley's back stiffened, her fingers clutching the blanket, not moving.
She had to admit she had a bit of a psychological shadow regarding Nicole.
Tonight's events would inevitably reach her ears. The fact that she held off until now to question him showed she had become more tolerant than before.
"Did your grandfather hit you? Are you badly hurt? Have you seen a doctor?" the voice on the other end asked.
Damian coldly replied, "It's fine, not serious."
Ashley pouted. Indeed, children always say things to make their parents happy.
Nicole probably believed him, or maybe she thought Anthony wouldn't hit him too hard. Worriedly, she said, "What you did this time was too much, but your grandfather hitting you was a bit overboard. Tomorrow, your father and I will go see him. Luckily, the doctor said his emotions are relatively stable and he didn't get sick from anger. You know his health condition, why couldn't you bear with it? Do you have to go against him? If something happens to him, can you explain it? The whole Hearst family wouldn't know how to deal with you then."
No matter what, as a mother, she was still worried and concerned about her son's situation.
Damian pinched his brow. "If it weren't for his health, would I let him hit me?"
"Alright, I know you're filial to your grandfather. Since that's the case, don't go against him anymore. How about this, in a few days, go to the garden, personally pick some plants your grandfather likes, and send them to him. Give yourself a way out."
Nicole's suggestion wasn't unreasonable. Damian responded, "I'll see."
He didn't say he would go, nor did he say he wouldn't.
Nicole knew her son's temper, so she couldn't be too forceful, and going along with his personality would be more effective. "Are you really okay? Don't just brush it off. Mom doesn't want you to get hurt again."
"I'm fine."
Nicole never had much control over her son, but tonight's events made her angrier the more she thought about it. "I heard Nathan and his sister were with your grandfather for dinner this time? You don't need me to tell you what that family is up to, right? Only you, with your broad mind, would let them scheme against you and not care. Consider it a lesson, and be wary of that family in the future!"
Nicole always referred to Victor's family as "that family," her tone full of disdain.
"Alright, I'm going to sleep."
"I'll have the kitchen make some supplements and send them to you. You live alone, without a cook, can you take care of yourself?"
"Someone cooks."
"Who?"
"Someone."
With that, he hung up the phone.
One phone call had doused the passionate heat, making him want to curse. Turning back, he saw Ashley, who had already gotten up and dressed. "Do you think you can get away?"
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