A Love Trap
Chapter 100 Are You Angry

'How could you be so beautiful?'

It had been a few minutes since she woke up and saw Andrew next to him, but she still was in awe of his god-given looks.

Ashley was in still in the middle of admiring Andrew's looks when she saw his finger move.

Slowly, Andrew opened his eyes. Rattled, Ashley decided to pretend she was still sleeping.

Despite her efforts, Andrew quickly uncovered what she was trying to do and let out a soft chuckle. He then proceeded to turn over and took Ashley in his arms.

Thinking Andrew was still asleep, Ashley opened her eyes. It was then she realized how close they were to each other.

She felt her cheeks turn red.

'This kind of intimacy is something that could only be done on purpose!' she said to herself, checking if Andrew was really still asleep. Seeing that the guy was truly asleep, she concluded that it wasn't a deliberate act.

'Well, it's a good thing he was able to avoid my hand,' she thought. Slowly and silently, Ashley lifted Andrew's arm that was wrapped around her body so that she could sit up.

She didn't wake the sleeping angel. When she was about to get out of bed, Andrew's leg suddenly moved and landed on hers.

With the gentlest nudges, Ashley tried to free herself but she was unsuccessful.

'Is this man asleep or not!' she thought to herself.

As much as it was annoying her, she didn't want to know the answer to that because the only thing she wanted to do was to get up and leave the bedroom. Bending over, she dragged his leg and moved it to the other side, and then she got off the bed as quickly as she could.

As soon as she was able to stand up from the bed, she went over to the window and opened the curtain slightly. She lifted her injured hand and observed it. The swelling was almost gone, and it wasn't hurting as much as it did yesterday.

"Oh wow, the medicine definitely worked," she murmured, "No wonder so many people want to be rich. The benefits are wonderful." When such things happened to her, it would take three days before the injury got better.

But the ointment Andrew gave her made everything better overnight.

Silently, she moved to the bathroom, showered and changed into fresh clothes.

Thinking that Andrew was still fast asleep, she did everything in total silence.

Unbeknownst to her, the man she left on the bed had awoken much, much earlier than she did and spent his time watching her sleep.

And when she woke up, he pretended to be asleep.

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The moment she was able to get out of the room, Ashley let out a big sigh of relief. Seeing that it was a good day, she took a deep breath and headed towards the kitchen, intending to prepare breakfast. The moment Ashley left the bedroom, Andrew opened his eyes and got up.

After she washed the dishes, Ashley went ahead and made porridge.

While cooking, she couldn't help but feel excited. 'Andrew will be surprised to see that I've already made breakfast,' she thought to herself.

As she was setting the table up, she saw Andrew standing on the second floor, looking at her. It surprised her as she thought he was still asleep. 'I was even planning on waking him up after I finish this!' she thought to herself. Her surprise almost made her spill one bowl of porridge, but she quickly regained balance of it.

"Morning!" she greeted Andrew, flashing him her sweetest smile. She wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, but she wasn't disappointed that it didn't end up like that.

Seeing his lovely wife preparing breakfast, Andrew felt at home for the first time in forever. He went downstairs and smiled, "Morning!"

When Ashley saw a smile grace Andrew's handsome face, she couldn't help but blush. 'Dear Lord,' she thought to herself, calming herself down. 'Is he trying to seduce me?'

She did her best not to show what she was feeling deep inside and sat down. Andrew sat opposite her and they enjoyed the breakfast in silence.

"I'm full. I'm going to work," Ashley said, breaking the silence.

Since Andrew was also finished with eating, he suggested that he drive Ashley to work.

"No, I'll take a taxi. But thank you," Ashley said, her cheeks once again heating up.

Andrew looked at her quizzically and asked, "Are you sure? You really can't hail a taxi here."

Ashley couldn't say anything. Somehow, she forgot that this place wasn't her old neighborhood and that people living here didn't need to take a taxi as they had their own luxury cars and drivers. "What about your hand? Do you feel better today?" Andrew asked.

Though hesitant, Ashley showed him her hand that was healing really well.

"It's nothing," she started, "I think in 2 or 3 days it would be fully healed." Chuckling, she retracted her hand.

However, Andrew suddenly pulled it towards him. "Did you wash the dishes?" Andrew asked in a low voice. Confused, Ashley nodded her head.

"Uhhh.. Yeah..." she stuttered. Andrew began yelling at her, "Why did you do that?"

Ashley was confused and frightened. She couldn't understand why he was so angry so suddenly. But for Andrew, he had already tried so hard to control himself not to become furious with her.

Liquid detergent was harmful to her hand, which was injured badly. Andrew was angry with her because she wasn't taking care of herself.

The way Andrew was standing made Ashley realize how angry Andrew was. But why? 'Was it because I washed dishes?' Ashley tried to figure out.

Without waiting for Ashley's reply, Andrew dragged her to the bedroom, and washed her hand carefully. Taking out disinfectant fluid, cotton swabs, and ointment, he began to apply medicine to her hand. There was nothing Ashley could do but watch Andrew with bated breath. Her heart was pounding.

When Andrew saw that the hand got better, he relaxed a bit.

Ashley puckered up her lips, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

Putting away the medical kit, Andrew sat there and didn't answer her question.

Since Andrew didn't respond, she held his hand and in a begging tone, said, "Please don't be angry." She had no idea Andrew would be so angry about what she did!

'What an incomprehensible person! I am the person whose hand got injured, but why does it seem like he's suffering more!' Ashley just couldn't understand.

Then something occurred to her, and she opened her eyes widely.

The person Andrew was angry with was himself. He blamed himself for what happened and how he wasn't able to take care of Ashley well. If he had stopped her washing the dishes, her hand would have got much better faster. Andrew couldn't bear to be angry at his wife.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "No, I'm not angry."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐