A Love Trap
Chapter 172 The Fight

"Are you awake?" said Andrew in a soft voice like talking to a child. When Ashley was trying to remember what had happened, Andrew's voice interrupted her, making her jerk a little in surprise. Hearing his voice, she turned and saw Andrew walking into the room.

Ashley nodded her head and asked, "Why I am here?"

"You fell asleep on the couch. I was afraid that you might catch a cold, so I took you here," answered Andrew with a sly expression on his face.

Realizing that she was caught in the act, Ashley couldn't utter a word. Since Andrew had transferred her from the couch to the bed, he must have found out that she was eating chips. That meant a disaster for Ashley. She peeked at him and tried to see if he was angry. "Are you hungry? Let's go downstairs and eat," Andrew suggested. From the sound of his voice, Ashley was relieved that he didn't get mad at her, making her draw a deep sigh of relief.

The moment she woke up, she felt quite okay. But when Andrew mentioned something about eating, she rubbed her belly and realized that she was hungry at the moment, so she walked down with Andrew.

At the dining table, the food was wonderful. The dishes prepared looked tasty and smelled great. The sight and aroma immediately caught Ashley's eyes. She couldn't help but wonder who had prepared all these. Claire was not working today, so it was not her. Only the two of them were at the house since yesterday. Moreover, Ashley was asleep most of the time. Thus, Andrew had be the one who was responsible for preparing all the delicious dishes.

With the mystery solved that Andrew had made the food, a satisfied and grateful smile was drawn on Ashley's face. She looked at his direction, and was thankful for him for everything he had done for her.

Staring at the food, Ashley sat still. Andrew put the chopsticks in her hand and asked, "What's the matter? Just give them a try, and see if they taste good."

"Did you cook all of them?" Ashley looked at Andrew and asked. She was still surprised at the feast prepared in front of her. All this time, living with him, Ashley remembered correctly that Andrew only knew how to make some easy breakfast. She didn't expect all those delicious dishes were cooked by him.

With a confident smile, Andrew nodded and explained, "I learned how to cook at my spare time."

Without Ashley's knowledge, the truth was that Andrew took a class for it. When they first had a meal together at home, Ashley joked that he should learn how to cook a real meal, so he took some cooking lessons just to meet her request. From that moment on, he said to himself that he wanted to cook for Ashley and enjoy them all together with her for the rest of their lives.

Culinary arts and cooking lessons were not hard for him at all. People with high IQ like him could learn anything very quickly and be good at it in a blink of an eye.

Craving for the mouth-watering meal, Ashley tried a piece of green pepper. The moment it touched her mouth, her eyes lit up immediately. She looked at Andrew and complimented, "Great job! It tastes yummy!"

Seeing the expression on her face, Andrew smiled, "I am glad that you like it!"

Being a serious person as he was, Andrew had no habit of smiling that often. But when he did so, it would be considered rare and special. Thus, looking at his smile now, Ashley felt she could drown into it. However, she quickly realized she made a faux pas indulging into him. With a little embarrassment, she moved her eyes away from Andrew and looked down.

To shun the awkwardness off, she turned her attention on the food and continued eating. Later, she was full, happy and satisfied. She couldn't ask for more.

When Andrew finished cleaning up the table, Ashley was still sitting on the chair, rubbing her belly.

It seemed that Ashley liked the food Andrew made for her. With the way she ate, one would say that she might stuff herself to death.

Joining her at the table, Andrew frowned and looked at Ashley. He was concerned about her health that she might be sick because of eating too much. "Should I call a doctor over?"

Hearing that, Ashley waved her hand and responded, "No, there is no need for a doctor. I'll be fine if I just sit for a while or maybe take a walk."

There was no way that Ashley would let Andrew call a doctor to check on her on the count of overeating. The idea would be too embarrassing for her. She would be humiliated if the doctor found out that she just simply ate too much.

Holding her hands to assist her, Andrew took Ashley to the living room and put her on the couch. He sat right next to her and rubbed her belly gently.

Thankful for the gentle rub, Ashley felt a little drowsy as Andrew's hand was big and warm. When he put it over Ashley's belly, it almost covered her whole belly. Considering that it was a little bulgy and full, Ashley was a little shy at the first, and her face blushed. However, Andrew's warm hand felt good on her tummy. And he rubbed it very gently. Ashley enjoyed it, so she didn't resist anymore.

From the way it felt on her tummy, Andrew's hand had a very thin layer of callus. Ashley could felt it through her shirt as he continued giving her a gentle rub.

While enjoying the treat from Andrew, she started wondering how he got those thin calluses. He was the CEO of the Lu Group after all. He shouldn't have to pick up anything heavy or do tasks that required his hands. He usually just used his hand to hold a pen. Ashley didn't know why he had calluses on his hands.

Time gradually passed. Andrew had rubbed her belly for about half an hour, and Ashley couldn't feel any better.

It was late, but Ashley didn't want to go to sleep. She already slept a lot. Thus, she headed to the bathroom to wash up. Then, she started to playing with her phone on the bed.

Not long after when she had just laid on the bed after a fresh shower, Andrew joined her. She felt the bed sunk with his weight, which made her slow her movement. "Come over here!" Andrew said to Ashley.

Ashley was still playing with her phone at this time. Andrew waved his hand to just get her attention and tried to call her over as she was so busy with the game.

She didn't like the way he called her over. She felt that he treated her like a puppy.

However, Ashley moved closer and asked, "What do you need?"

Leaning over to her, Andrew whispered to her ears. Ashley blushed immediately. She jumped inches away from him, and she was instantly on alert. She nodded in approval of what Andrew had whispered to her.

Though Ashley didn't want to feel the pain she suffered from last night, still, she was touched by Andrew's show of concern.

The sight of the alerted Ashley was really cute in Andrew's eyes. A sheepish smile was drawn on his face when he looked at her. He took a plaster out from the bedside table and called her over. "Come over. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to put some medicine for you." "Why? I'm not hurt! I don't have any wounds," said Ashley. With her eyebrows raised a little, she was still on alert, and she was confused too.

With a big smile on his face, Andrew glanced at Ashley's thighs. He winked at her and teased her by saying, "Are you sure?"

Ashley followed his eyes and looked down on her bare thighs. Her face blushed again. Blurting the words out, she said, "I will do it myself." Then, she quickly snapped the plaster from his hand.

However, Andrew easily took it back from her and said, "Let me help you. You can't see clearly from there."

"Nope! I think I am fine without it. It doesn't hurt anymore," responded Ashley. Flushed and ashamed, she suddenly laid on the bed, covered herself and turned her back at Andrew to show her resistance.

From her reaction, Andrew knew he had already annoyed her, so he hunched over and hugged her. "Are you mad?" he asked.

Hearing that, Ashley hid her head deeper under the covers. It blocked her voice when she said angrily, "No! I am not!"

"That's great! If you are okay, let's pick up from where we have left last night then. I am sure..." Andrew wasn't able to finish his sentence as Ashley threw back the covers and covered him. She punched the covers lightly to vent her frustration.

As she was attacking Andrew, she yelled angrily, "I refuse!"

Under the covers, Andrew couldn't see her expression, but he knew perfectly well that she was very angry. If given a chance, she would kick him with all her strength and he would be tumbling out of the bed in no time.

They started a fight under the covers like little kids on a pillow fight. The battle ended with Andrew gaining full control. Pinning her down, he was able to put some medicine on Ashley's thighs. After he finished, Ashley ducked back into the covers and went silent. Andrew held Ashley in his arms. No matter how she resisted, he wouldn't let her go. Thus Ashley was quickly worn out.

"Andrew! Let me go! It feels hot to hold me like that! Don't you feel it?"

Ashley was worn out. She couldn't deal with him anymore, so she put her face out of the covers, faced Andrew and yelled.

Andrew was amused by her temper, but he gave her an innocent look and asked, "Do you feel hot? I will turn the air conditioner on for you then." On the bedside table, he grabbed the controller and pretended to click the button.

"God! You are... You are so annoying!" said Ashley who was still locked in Andrew's arms. By this time, she was too annoyed to utter anything else to Andrew. Ashley was desperate to free herself from his grasps. She looked at him trying to replace the cool Andrew from his eyes. She was trying to persuade him to let her go to have her rest. However, looking at him, she couldn't believe this annoying and merciless person who was holding her was Andrew.

"What's wrong? You said you were hot! I am just trying to help," said Andrew teasingly. With a sly smile on his face, he looked at her innocently. From the way he looked at her, Ashley could feel the passion and warmth that he desperately wanted to share with her.000000