A Love Trap

Giving an awkward look to Ashley, Andrew said calmly, "I wasn't able to hold the plate firmly."

Looking down at the shattered pieces of plate on the floor, Ashley said quickly, "Well, it's okay. I know you're not good at doing housework.

Are you all right?"

"I'm okay. I'll just finish washing the dishes. Just wait for me in the living room," Andrew replied in a low voice.

Although Andrew had said that he was fine, Ashley was still worried about him and wanted to stay with him in the kitchen.

On the contrary, Andrew didn't want Ashley to see him washing the dishes so clumsily. So he found an excuse and asked her to leave.

Ashley was left with no choice and felt awkward to insist on staying at the kitchen. She slowly made her way to the living room. But hardly had Ashley entered the living room when she heard a loud "bang" again.

'What a stubborn man! I don't know how to help you, ' she thought.

A little annoyed this time, Andrew looked at the dishes in the sink angrily, as if he was glaring at his enemies.

A weak smile flashed across Ashley's face when she saw the expression on Andrew's face. Then with a low and soothing voice, she said emphatically, "Let me help you." Then she rolled up her sleeves and went straight to the sink.

However, Andrew stopped her and said, "You don't need to do that. I'll just have the servant come tomorrow."

Astounded at Andrew's actions, Ashley was held speechless. Seized by Andrew by the hand, she didn't argue anymore and had to follow him upstairs.

When they reached the bedroom, Andrew immediately shut the door and secured it with a lock. Ashley glanced at her watch and was surprised to see that it was already nine o'clock. No wonder she felt so tired and began to yawn.

Rummaging through her suitcase, she took her nightgown out. Ashley was about to enter the bathroom for a shower when Andrew stopped her.

"Wait a minute," Andrew said suddenly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her seriously with furrowed brows.

"What's wrong?" Ashley asked.

"Where are you going?" Andrew pursed his lips and frowned.

unusual with taking

for a while, Andrew came to

puzzled eyes, Ashley asked, "Where are we

Ashley's hands, Andrew said flatly, "You can't touch water

I'll help you

Ashley was surprised by what he said. 'Is he really such

do that by myself. I'll be careful

Andrew helped her to take a shower, it would be an

saying a word, Andrew

was staring at her fixedly, Ashley felt really uneasy and didn't

enough not to be so warm. Even if she didn't perspire a lot, she had the habit of taking a shower before going to bed. Otherwise, her

I hurt my hand at this critical moment?'

for a while, but she finally conceded and said, "Uhmm, I've decided not to

from Andrew and put her nightgown back in the suitcase. Ashley then

felt a bit disappointed. A silly smile flashed on his face. He thought all the while that he could help her to take a shower.

happened if they entered the bathroom together. However, her reverie was interrupted

bed was large enough, Ashley still felt uneasy. Thinking that she would share the bed with Andrew, she

there must be several guest

wonderful

she turned to look at him. She couldn't help staring at the handsome man standing in front of her with drops of water still dripping down his damp hair. A towel was wrapped around half

moisture, Andrew's habitual cold expression seemed to soften, and there was an amiable air in his dark

him, there was a touch

Andrew wrapped himself in a bath towel revealed his attractive collarbone and muscular arms. He had long straight legs, and his wheat-colored skin looked healthy. His skin was not as smooth and white as that of a

and Ashley was held in a

"Ahem!"

cough, Ashley moved her eyes away from Andrew and bowed her head awkwardly. She felt so ashamed of looking at him just now. But

dry his hair. After Andrew blow-dried his

guest room