Chapter 479 Gentle Head Pat
Cheryl was stunned.
Ashley was also dumbfounded.
Damian, this guy, why didn't he play by the rules?
Didn't he know how to save her face? How was she supposed to live with this?
Damian seemed completely oblivious to Ashley's changing expressions. After finishing his call, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did you put my shoes?"
Cheryl's mind went blank, exploding with thoughts.
Shoes?
Sleeping?
So, Ashley was just sleeping with Mr. Hearst?
But why did she stay to chat with her? Wasn't she afraid of being seen?
Or had Mr. Hearst and Ashley's relationship progressed to the point where it could be made public?
Last time in Eirondia, she had noticed something, but she didn't expect it to be this blatant.
Cheryl's mouth hung open as she stared blankly at Ashley.
Ashley looked a bit embarrassed and had to ignore Cheryl's gaze, saying, "I'll get them for you."
She found the shoes behind the curtain and handed them over, glaring angrily, "Mr. Hearst? What do you mean by this?"
But Damian didn't seem to get the hint at all. Instead, he reached out and patted her head, "You're so considerate, the water has dried."
She didn't put them out to dry!
Cheryl saw Mr. Hearst's beautiful hand gently patting Ashley's head and was completely dumbfounded. Was this something she should be seeing?
Would she live to see tomorrow's sun?
Ashley smiled, "You're welcome, Mr. Hearst."
Damian put on his shoes and said seriously, "Thomas came to deliver the medicine; he's downstairs."
So fast?
Ashley was extremely embarrassed, "Really? Thank you, Mr. Hearst."
Damian chuckled, the curve of his lips enough to charm anyone, "Why so polite with me?"
His voice was low, almost as if on purpose, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Cheryl couldn't find the words to describe her feelings; she was completely shocked.
Rumor had it that Mr. Hearst was in a relationship, that he had a mysterious girlfriend. Could it be Ashley??
Then everything made sense. That's why they arranged it at the company, so they could see each other every day.
Ashley forced a smile, unable to find an appropriate expression to convey her explosive emotions, "I'll go downstairs to get the medicine from Thomas."
"No need, I told him the room number; he's coming up."
So, that call was to ask for the room number?
Ashley was a bit flustered.
Cheryl should have left, but she was too shocked, too confused, too scared to stand up. She smiled foolishly, "Mr. Hearst?"
Damian calmly sat down, sinking into the sofa, "That's right."
Soon, Thomas knocked and entered, "Ms. Astor?"
He thought the injured person was Mr. Hearst and was glad he had been granted a few days off by Mr. Hearst. He happened to be nearby, took the medicine, and quickly came over. Opening the door to see Ashley, well, unexpected but reasonable.
Ashley forced a smile, "I accidentally got hurt, sorry to trouble you, Thomas."
Thomas clearly felt the atmosphere in the room was strange, but couldn't pinpoint why. Was it because there was an extra person?
Cheryl waved her hand, "Thomas."
Thomas smiled sympathetically at Cheryl, "Hello, Cheryl."
A tense situation, poor Cheryl.
Damian confirmed the medicine, "I'll reapply the medicine for you. It will hurt, bear with it."
Ashley refused, "The doctor already applied it; it doesn't need to be changed now."
"This one works better, won't leave a scar."
Ashley opened her mouth, "Really not..."
"Don't be stubborn, sit down." Damian forcefully grabbed her hand and made her sit beside him, giving her no chance to refuse.
Cheryl secretly tugged at Thomas's sleeve, "Thomas, can you help me up?"
With Thomas's help, Cheryl finally managed to stand up, then bowed, "Mr. Hearst, Ms. Astor, I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, she quickly ran out.
Thomas, seeing the atmosphere, said, "I'll go check on Mr. Moretti."
The two left and closed the door.
Ashley turned her head to avoid Damian's hand, "Are you doing this on purpose? Letting Cheryl see us together, how am I supposed to explain?"
Damian, holding a cotton ball in one hand, pinched Ashley's chin with the other, "Don't move."
"It hurts!"
"Bear with it, it'll be quick."
Ashley's face felt cool, and she didn't know what kind of "ointment" Damian was using, but the stinging pain quickly subsided, and the burning sensation gradually disappeared.
"You still haven't answered me." Ashley couldn't let go of the issue.
Damian's fingers lightly touched her wound, afraid of hurting her again, "What about you? Eating snacks and gossiping with Dante's secretary, how long do you plan to chat?"
None of your business!
I'll chat as long as I want.
"Just chatting, it won't take long!"
Damian said, "In this hot weather, you wrapped me in a blanket and covered me with so many clothes, trying to give me heatstroke? I don't have a tendency for self-harm. Luckily, Thomas called in time; otherwise, I'd be in the hospital."
Ashley had forgotten about the heatstroke issue. She was comfortable with the air conditioning, "Mr. Hearst thinks too highly of himself."
"I'm human too, I get hot and cold."
"Really? I thought Mr. Hearst was a god, omnipotent."
"If I were omnipotent, the first thing I'd do is open your brain to see if your nerves are crossed."
After applying the medicine, Damian said, "Don't wash your face for the next few days."
Ashley felt even more upset than being kicked in the face, "Thank you, Mr. Hearst, I'm fine now, you can go about your business!"
"I'm not busy."
Not busy? Did he send away the woman in his arms?
"You saw it too, people come and go in my room, it's inconvenient for you to stay here."
"Thomas is hosting them for dinner; no one will come over."
Damn, her excuse was blocked, "I also need to go out to eat. Mr. Hearst's special status makes it inconvenient to be seen, so let's part ways here."
Damian wasn't in a hurry, "Are you sure you want to go out like this?"
Ashley looked in the mirror.
Great, her face was covered in purple medicine, no need to go out or see anyone.
Damian wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers brushing over the colorful snack bags on the coffee table, "Stop eating these, they're bad for your stomach."
Ashley didn't listen, tearing open a bag of spicy strips and stuffing them into her mouth, "I like it."
Damian took them away, sternly saying, "The wound will get infected, fester, and disfigure you. It's up to you."
Ashley was so angry she could spit fire. She switched to a prune, chewing viciously, the sourness hurting her teeth but she didn't stop.
Damian rubbed his forehead, "Don't be stubborn, I ordered food, it'll be here soon."
Sure enough, the food cart arrived two minutes later, filled with light, refreshing dishes, not oily or greasy, with very light colors, no soy sauce or other colored seasonings.
Damian said, "Facial wounds easily accumulate pigment, it's best not to eat dark-colored foods, like the prune you just ate, which has a lot of additives. Your face might have marks after the wound heals."
"Are you scaring me?"
"You can try."
Ashley bit her lip, a bit regretful. What if it really left a mark?
Dinner was quick because Ashley deliberately ignored Damian, eating with her head down without any interaction.
After putting down the dishes, Ashley once again issued an eviction order, "Now, Mr. Hearst, do you have any reason to stay here?"
Damian looked out the window; the rain had stopped, and a rainbow hung in the sky, "I'll leave now."
Equal treatment, was he going to serve another woman?
"Then I wish Mr. Hearst a good time!"
"Come here, I'll take you to have fun together."
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