A Love Trap

After the events of that day, Ashley and Andrew seemed to be in a cold war, similar to the one they once had.

Even though they looked okay, they both knew in their hearts that there was a problem in their relationship.

They seemed to have gone back to the same cautious, doubtful emotions they had experienced when they first started dating.

In fact it was even worse than the first time.

They were keeping something in their hearts, that no one was willing to speak out about first. They watched with bated breath, hoping the other party would break the silence.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, when Ashley had finished cleaning up, she took one more look at her sketch book and decided to go to sleep.

Taking a glance beside her, the space on the bed was still empty. It had been the same for a few nights now. Andrew hadn't been sleeping there since the beginning of the spat.

As she lay down, bitterness gripped her heart. The rims of her eyes hurt, a stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. If they continued to act like this, they would break up sooner or later.

Weren't they the same people who had once deeply loved each other?

How on earth had they come to this point?

She had gotten used to having Andrew sleep by her side. Now without him, she struggled to catch sleep, staying wide awake for a long time into the wee hours of the night.

Inwardly, her head was whirling with anxious thoughts. Even when she finally drifted off to sleep, troubling dreams added to her misery, robbing her worn-out soul of much-needed rest.

A few hours after she had fallen asleep, the door to the bedroom opened quietly.

In the dim light, Andrew walked in—a tall silhouette, shuffling as if he was struggling with indecision. For a moment, he stood by the bedside, listening to Ashley's soft breathing and wishing they could iron out their differences as soon as possible.

He had just taken a shower and was wearing pajamas. Upon entering the room, he went straight to bed and lay down slowly beside Ashley. After a few minutes, he snuggled up to her and put his right arm around her.

After watching her for a few minutes, he noticed her sleep was somewhat restless.

'What can I do with you?'

It was not that Andrew wouldn't come back or he wouldn't like to sleep with Ashley here.

It was just he was scared. He knew Ashley wanted to do everything good to Ron and probably she liked him. How could he allow the woman he loved to be so close to another man? That was unacceptable!

neither of them

after he started the cold war with Ashley, Andrew had stayed in the office, like someone who had nowhere to call home. But when he couldn't stand it anymore, he decided to come back to the house, even though they made no effort to bridge the rift between the

wished it could get better. But if they couldn't change a thing, then

a bandit, he waited until she fell asleep before he sneaked in and slept by her side. Then in the morning, he'd get up early, ahead of Ashley and waited for her

cold war, he didn't want her to go to work by taxi.

woke up in the morning, she always reached her hand to touch

illusion that she felt the side of the bed

'It is impossible!

place is warm, when I know he

I rolled over to that side

freshen up, and then had breakfast, before she went to the car and

car, Andrew was sitting

clicking away

and speed with which he

just look at him going about his

But...

eyes away after staring for a

lost inside. It only added to her dilemma to see

still transfixed. When she realized he was looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face, she

air inside the car was still and tense. No one could breathe freely.

was as if the air had frozen

a secluded place a

back to attention. She turned her head and her eyes happened to meet Johnny's when he turned back to see

wasting time, she got out of the

away, Johnny felt a pair of cold

his hands on the steering wheel, he shook with terror.

'What the hell have

a few cursory words of appreciation

One sentence only!

be so

Andrew wasn't even bothering to know what Johnny was thinking about.

his hands clenching together tightly. Today, his eyes weren't cold and expressionless as in the past couple of days. It was like a storm was brewing

doesn't even bother