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!

stubborn and bull-headed, neither of them willing to admit there was a problem.

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,

doing anything else, and tonight, he wished it could get better. But if they couldn't change a thing, then he'd make do with

like a bandit, he waited until she fell asleep before he sneaked in and slept by her side. Then in

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

Ashley woke up in the morning, she always reached her

illusion that she felt the side of the

'It is impossible!

is warm, when I know he hasn't slept there for a while?

that I rolled over to that side accidentally while I was

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

Andrew was sitting inside, with his eyes hooked to the laptop.

clicking away nonstop

which he typed was something

to just look at him going about his

But...

moved her eyes away after staring

felt lost inside. It only added to her dilemma to see

her eyes were still transfixed. When she realized he was looking at her with an unreadable expression on

car was still and tense. No one could

as if the air

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

she got out of

Johnny felt a pair of cold eyes

on the steering wheel,

the hell

said a few cursory words of appreciation for my

One sentence only!

be so

know what Johnny was thinking

his eyes weren't cold and expressionless as in the past couple of days. It was like a storm was brewing in his world, and a downpour and thunderbolt

doesn't even bother