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!

of them

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

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 simply sleeping

until she fell asleep before he sneaked in and slept by her side. Then in the morning,

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

morning, she always reached her hand to touch the side of bed

it was her illusion that she felt the

'It is impossible!

is warm, when I know he hasn't slept

possible that I rolled over to that side accidentally while

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

Andrew was sitting inside, with his eyes

fingers were clicking

which he typed was something of a

look at him

But...

after staring for

to her dilemma

stopped while her eyes were 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.

was as if the air had frozen solid.

usual, the car stopped beside a big tree in a

brought her back to attention. She turned her head and her eyes happened to meet Johnny's when he turned back to see her. "Thank you, Johnny," she said with a mild

time, she got out of the car.

a pair of cold

the steering wheel,

'What the hell have

said a few cursory words of appreciation for

One sentence only!

Lu be so petty

bothering to know what

both 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 in his world, and a downpour and thunderbolt would come

bother to give me a