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!

and bull-headed, neither of them willing to admit there was

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 two of

However, they just slept together without doing anything else, and tonight, he wished it could get better. But

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 in the

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

unknown, when Ashley woke up in the morning, she always reached her hand to touch the side

was her illusion that she

'It is impossible!

when I know he hasn't slept there for

rolled over to that

up, went to freshen up, and then had breakfast, before

sitting inside, with his

fingers were clicking away nonstop at the

which he typed was something of

at him

But...

eyes away after staring

only added to her dilemma

she realized he was looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face, she looked aside to avoid eye

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

was as if the air

stopped beside a big tree in a secluded place a dozen meters away from the

of the car stopping brought her back to attention. She turned her head and her eyes happened to

got out of the

of cold eyes burning holes into

steering wheel, he shook

immediately eluded him. 'What the hell

a few cursory words of appreciation for my work.

One sentence only!

be so petty and jaundiced

even bothering to know what Johnny was thinking about.

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

bother to