A Love Trap

Chapter 808 Resistance To Kindergarten



Chapter 808 Resistance To Kindergarten

Now Fabio was having mixed feelings of nervousness and expectations for his upcoming kindergarten life.

Maybe that was how children felt before they went to school.

It would be the same no matter what grade they were in.

Fabio thought of that kid who was once their neighbor. He used to cry from dawn to dusk every day if his wishes to purchase something were denied.

Fabio thought he was really pathetic with his constant howling that was loud enough to shake the heavens and make gods and ghosts weep.

The persistent crying was really annoying! What's more, he was too clingy and always needed to be in his mother's arms.

That was the impression Fabio had with kids his age. He disliked them for their crying and whining.

So when Ashley told him that she was going to send him to kindergarten, he disliked it. The kid next door had left him a bad impression. He would not have any fun at all if all the kindergarten kids behaved like that. That's why Fabio preferred to stay at home.

"Yes, some of them," Richard finally answered.

"What about the rest?"

Fabio's interest was tickled.

"The others were fine. They neither cried nor made any trouble. They were pretty good."

"Oh, really? It seems that not all children cry all day long."

"Correct."

"Okay. I guess I have to go there tomorrow. Otherwise, Mommy will be very angry."

"All right. It's time to go to bed. Good night."

"Okay. Good night."

"Sleep tight."

At that same time...

Ashley went back to her bedroom and took a shower. Andrew was not home yet. Ashley took a look at the time. It was nine o'clock.

Richard would go to school tomorrow, so Ashley had to take care of everything that Richard needed.

Actually she had already packed up his belongings. She was now just going to do a thorough check.

After checking, Ashley climbed in bed and read the company files, waiting for Andrew's return. Time elapsed quickly, yet Andrew still had not come home. Drowsiness came over Ashley, and she drifted off to sleep, leaving an orange light on for Andrew.

Half dreaming and half awake, Ashley felt something press on her body, making her unable to move. She also smelled alcohol.

She guessed it was wine but a different kind. A drunk man would stink badly, but she did not smell anything like that.

It was a light fragrance of some wine.

The smell of tobacco mingled with the red wine scent as well. Ashley now understood the man's identity who was on top of her.

Ashley opened her drowsy eyes. The light was still off. Perhaps Andrew did not want to wake her.

Only the orange light she had left was still on.

"Hey, you're home," Ashley uttered.

Her voice was a little hoarse and nasal.

But it sounded lovely to Andrew.

"Yes," Andrew replied in a low voice and pressed his lips on hers.

Ashley looked at Andrew, but before she could say anything, her mouth was stuffed, and she could not say a word.

She had no choice but to widen her eyes to stare at Andrew. Her eyes were full of questions. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Noticing the change in Ashley's expression, Andrew covered her eyes and chuckled, "Don't look at me like that."

Not knowing why, Ashley's face grew red with embarrassment.

Heat emanated from Andrew's body.

Ashley frowned and stared at Andrew. She pushed him and said, "Go take a shower. You stink of alcohol and tobacco."

Hearing this, Andrew held out his hand and smelled it. "I stink? Why can't I smell it?"

Ashley turned away from him. Andrew did not really smell that bad. In fact, the mix of the tobacco and wine scents was kind of inexplicably attractive to her.

It smelled kind of nice. At least Ashley thought so.

However, if she did not interrupt him, she knew what he would do next.

"Yes, you do. Go take a shower now." Ashley pushed him away as she ordered him to do so.

Andrew noticed that Ashley kept blinking and did not look at him directly. How could he not know what she was thinking?

He then let go of Ashley and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

Finally the weight on her was lifted. Ashley heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She could not help covering her ears.

Hmm.

The bathroom had good soundproofing, so how could she hear the sound of running water from where she was? It must be what she was thinking.

Ashley buried her head in the quilt, reached out her hand and grabbed her cellphone. It was already one o'clock in the morning. She did not know what took Andrew so long and why he came home so late.

Now that her sleep had been disturbed, Ashley could not fall back to sleep. After a short while, she couldn't hear the running water from the bathroom. She wondered if it was only her imagination.

Then, Ashley decided to do something.

She pretended to be asleep.

She turned her back to him and lay still.

Andrew came out of the bathroom and saw Ashley lying on the bed motionless. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, but he did not say a word.

He then went to dry his hair.

Not wanting to wake Ashley up again, he switched on the hair dryer to the lowest setting.

Ashley was not actually sleeping. Hearing the sound of the hair dryer, she opened her eyes but did not turn around.

After a while, she closed her eyes again.

At first she was just pretending to be asleep, but the sound of the hair dryer made her drift off into sound sleep.

After he finished drying his hair, Andrew climbed into bed with Ashley. He looked at her while she was fast asleep and could not help pinching her little nose.

"You heartless little thing."

Andrew stayed up late at the banquet because he wanted to buy some time to be with Ashley the next day.

'There will be a lot of people who'll see you when you take Richard and Fabio to school. I am one hundred percent sure that they will appreciate your beauty and won't stop looking. I don't think I'm okay with that, ' Andrew thought sullenly.

Ashley would definitely laugh out loud if she knew what was in Andrew's mind.


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