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!

both of them were stubborn and bull-headed, neither of them willing to admit there

call home. But when he couldn't stand it anymore, he decided

in the same bed since. However, they just slept together without 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 close to each other, on the same bed,

sneaked in and slept by her side. Then in the morning, he'd get up early, ahead of Ashley and waited for her in the

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

the morning, she always reached her

thought it was her illusion that she

'It is impossible!

the place is warm, when I know

it possible that I rolled over to that side

and then had breakfast, before she went to the car

she got into the car, Andrew was sitting

slim fingers were clicking away nonstop

with which he typed was something of a genius.

at

But...

away after staring for a

lost inside. It only added to her

he was looking at her

car was still and

was as if the air

in a secluded place a dozen meters

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

got

walked away, Johnny felt a pair of cold

on the steering wheel, he shook with

hell have I

a few cursory

One sentence only!

could Mr. Lu be so petty and jaundiced because of

to know what Johnny was thinking

he just watched her walk off, both his hands clenching together tightly. Today, his eyes weren't cold and expressionless as in the past

doesn't even bother to give me a