Chapter 22
Valentin licked his teeth, turning to look at her. “You bit me when we were kids. And now, you even slapped me. Ashley, you’re quite something.”
This was the first time someone had slapped him across the face since he was born.
Valentin wasn’t angry, though.
After all, it was Ashley who slapped him.
In fact, Valentin was rarely angry with her.
In a drunken stupor, Ashley was oblivious to the fact that she had just slapped someone. She found it amusing and laughed charmingly with her eyes squinted. She even reached up and patted her own face.
Valentin quickly caught Ashley’s hand, preventing her from hurting herself.
Luckily, he stopped her in time, and her face was spared from a red mark.
Observing Ashley’s adorable and clueless expression, Valentin couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head in resignation.
He truly had no way to deal with this little drunkard.
Gavyn brought in hangover medicine.
Valentin instructed him to leave it on the table, planning to give it to Ashley later.
Gavyn set the medicine down and left.
“It seems that Mr. Kingsley is going to stay here and take care of Ms. Ramos all night, he thought.
Valentin sat on the edge of the bed, helping Ashley to lean against his shoulder. He then picked up the hangover medicine and a glass of water.
“Here, take this.”
Ashley looked at the pills with disdain, wrinkling her nose.copy right hot novel pub
Her speech. was a bit slurred. “What’s this…what is it?”
Valentin smiled slightly, teasing her without any sense of guilt. He whispered, “This is your favorite candy. Want to try it?”
Saying that, he fed the pill to her lips.
Ashley, upon hearing it was candy, took it willingly and put it in her mouth. It was indeed a bit sweet.
She giggled, her eyes squinted in joy. “It’s sweet!”
“Really? Then have another one,” Valentin said.
He only changed the wallpaper, not delving into the contents of her phone.
Placing Ashley’s phone on the table, Valentin helped her lie down. “Do you want to sleep?”
Ashley rubbed her temples, feeling a bit tired. She nodded and murmured, “Mmm..”
“Go ahead, then. You’ll wake up sober tomorrow.”
Ashley puffed her cheeks and muttered something softly, then closed her eyes, clutching the quilt.
Valentin remained sitting by the bed, listening to her gradually shallow and rhythmic breathing, knowing that she had fallen asleep.
He lifted a strand of her hair near her temple and put it behind her ear, his voice low, attractive, and affectionate. “Goodnight.”
Early the next morning,
sunlight streamed through the curtains, revealing fine dust particles floating in the air.
As the light slipped in from different angles, the bright sun rays landed on Ashley’s face. Her smooth skin, like the wheat in autumn, was full of vitality and beauty.
Ashley’s eyes flickered as she awakened from her sleep. She reached out, shielding her face from the sunlight.
After a moment of dazed staring at the ceiling, she suddenly remembered something.
Last night, she went to have some midnight
snacks with Valentin and got drunk, but she couldn’t remember how she got back.
Drinking tended to make Ashley’s memory hazy, and she couldn’t recall, no matter how hard she tried.
She got up, puzzled, and started to freshen up.
Ashley descended the stairs and spotted Valentin in the living room. He held a set of documents, focused on reading while flipping through the pages, producing a faint rustle.
Hearing her footsteps, Valentin raised his head to look at her. “You’re awake?”
“Mmm,” Ashley lazily responded, still a bit drowsy. While looking away from him, she suddenly halted, her eyes widening. “What happened to your face? Why is there a red handprint? Did someone slap you?”
Valentin set aside the documents, silently observing her.
Ashley urged, “Speak up.”
Valentin remained silent.
Ashley suddenly noticed that his gaze was full of grievances, as if she had just cheated and abandoned him overnight.
Perplexed, Ashley scratched her head. A bold idea emerged in her mind. “The handprint on your face… It wouldn’t be from me, would it?”
Valentin gazed at her, his tone faintly pitiful. “There’s no need to doubt. yourself.”
Ashley was speechless.
“Oh, dear. Did I slap him when I was drunk? What was it, then? Domestic violence?” She thought.
While feeling awkward, Ashley’s phone alarm went off. She casually turned it off, but the next moment, she discovered her new wallpaper.
“What the hell? Why is it a photo of me and Valentin?’
Most importantly, she was giggling like an idiot in that photo!
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