Ashlyn struggled to free herself of his embrace, but failed.
Devin held her tightly, pressing her face against his chest. His scent immediately filled her lungs, intoxicating her.
She didn’t know what kind of perfume he was wearing, but Devin smelled like musky citrus.
She didn’t want to cry. There was no reason for her to cry.
Unable to wrench herself free, Ashlyn craned her neck to look up at him defiantly. “Only babies cry.”
Hearing this, Devin suddenly broke into a smile. “Aren’t you a baby?”
Whenever he smiled, his eyes curved up into half-moons, which made him look irresistibly charming.
Ashlyn’s heart skipped a beat. At that moment, he loosened his grip on her, and she seized the opportunity to wriggle free. “Devin, you’re a real lady-killer, aren’t you?”
As she spoke, her heart skipped a beat.
But the feeling only lasted a moment. Ashlyn clearly knew that the man in front of her was even more dangerous than Gordon.
And she had finally let Gordon go. She didn’t want to be entangled with another dangerous man.
“I’ve never let any other woman cry in my arms,” Devin said flatly, squinting at her.
Ashlyn raised her eyebrows dubiously. “Really?”
After a pause, she continued, “Whatever. I’m not interested.”
With that, she reached for the doorknob and unlocked it.
“Thanks for comforting me, but I’m fine. It’s getting late. I should—”
“How about we go for a midnight snack?” Before Ashlyn could finish her sentence, Devin interrupted her with a hopeful smile.
On her way home, the icy-cold wind had given Ashlyn a pounding headache. She shook her head and declined, “Sorry. My head hurts.”
“Okay, go to bed early and get some rest.”
Devin didn’t insist. He leaned against the back of the chair, watching as Ashlyn got out and walked away.
After taking a few steps, Ashlyn turned around to look at Devin. He was still sitting in the car, cigarette pinched between two fingers, looking up at her.
If she was being honest with herself, she really couldn’t stand him looking at her like that.
Ashlyn quickly averted her gaze and scurried off to her apartment.
The moment she got home, she went straight to the bathroom and ran a hot bath. After removing her makeup, she put two drops of essential oil in the tub and stepped in.
What happened tonight was indeed a little embarrassing. But it was time to let it go and unwind.
After Ashlyn soaked in the bath for a while, her headache eased up, but now her stomach grumbled slightly.
She didn’t eat much tonight, but she had drunk a lot of alcohol. No wonder her stomach was acting up.
However, she wasn’t in the mood to cook or order takeout. She planned to take a bath and then go straight to bed.
Anyway, she wouldn’t feel the discomfort in her sleep.
Thinking of this, she played some gentle music and closed her eyes for a few minutes. Then, when the song ended, she stood up and walked to the shower head.
She was already in bed when the doorbell suddenly rang.
It was past ten o’clock in the evening. She couldn’t think of anyone who would visit her at this hour, so she figured it was some drunkard who had come to the wrong door.
Ashlyn turned off the light and pulled the quilt over her head.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the doorbell rang again.
Frowning slightly, she climbed out of bed, turned on the lights, and walked to the door in her slippers.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Surprised?” With a charming smile, Devin held up a bag of takeout food in his hand. “You said you had a headache so I got you some porridge.”
Ashlyn, who was hungry, instantly smelled the porridge as soon as she opened the door. She wanted to refuse, but her stomach betrayed her true feelings.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, which made her blush in embarrassment. “Thank you,” she mumbled timidly.
After all, if she refused him a second time tonight, she would be an ingrate in his eyes.
She stepped to one side to let Devin in.
But Devin simply handed her the takeout bag and said gently, “Go to bed as soon as you finish it.”
After a slight pause, he added, “Good night, my future girlfriend.”
Devin waved goodbye, turned around, and then walked away.
Ashlyn watched him go. She didn’t go back inside her apartment until Devin disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
She pursed her lips, feeling conflicted. She had to admit that Devin was quite a considerate and thoughtful man—aside from the fact that he was a playboy.
She had a lot to drink earlier that night and her stomach was acting up, so the porridge Devin brought was perfect.
An ordinary girl might’ve fallen in love with him by now.
But Ashlyn was no ordinary girl.
She didn’t love him, but she did feel grateful towards him.
After eating the porridge, she felt much better. She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed. The second her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.
The next day, Ashlyn woke up before her alarm clock rang.
On weekdays, her biological clock woke her up at the same time every morning.
Ashlyn grabbed her robe and put it on. When she went out to make breakfast, she caught a glimpse of the takeout bag on the table not far away. She paused for a while and smiled. Then she proceeded to the kitchen.
Thanks to the porridge Devin brought last night, she slept well last night.
However, the morning traffic was more intense than usual today. Ashlyn soon hit a traffic jam and was stuck in the same place for over ten minutes.
Frowning, she glanced at the time. She had a morning meeting, and she had left early so that she wouldn’t be late. If traffic lightened up soon, she could arrive at the company by seven forty-five.
But at this point, she just hoped that she could make it in time for her meeting.
Ashlyn sighed. This kind of thing was beyond her control.
Unwilling to let the traffic ruin her good mood, Ashlyn rolled down the window and rested her arm on the sill, letting the cool morning breeze wash over her as she waited for the cars in front of her to move.
Sitting in a car nearby, Gordon looked out the window idly and caught a glimpse of Ashlyn. Positioned only a few meters away, he could clearly see the contentment in her eyes.
She was wearing a white blouse today, her wavy hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. Her makeup was clean and pleasing to the eye. One hand was on the steering wheel, and she tapped on it with her index finger—a sight that reminded Gordon of the time she played the drums onstage.
Ashlyn didn’t look like she was sad about the divorce. Every time he ran into her, she was more cheerful than before.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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