Chapter 409 Oh, Men

On top of that, Abby was sure at first that Ashley had feelings for Ron since she hurriedly came here for him when the bartender called her.

But now, upon hearing Ashley's confession, Abby felt quite pleased. This meant that she still had a chance with Ron.

"Besides, I'm already happily married," Ashley explained further, trying to lessen Abby's worries, "My husband and I love each other very much. I don't like hearing how other men like me because I know my husband would get jealous if he ever found out."

With that, Ashley gave Abby a sly wink.

Both shock and joy washed through Abby. "You're married? But you look so young!" Abby exclaimed.

Ashley smiled. "It doesn't matter how old I am. When you meet the right person, you just know you want to spend your entire life with him, you know?

You like Ron, don't you? I can see it from the way you look at him. You just have to work harder, that's all. Who knows? Maybe the next time I see you, you'll be my sister-in-law."

Abby blushed at her words.

'But don't you know that you're the one Ron loves at the moment?' Abby thought bitterly to herself.

She glanced back at Ashley and thought that she should just take her advice--she would just make an effort to make Ron fall for her.

The two women turned to look at Ron, who had now fallen asleep on the couch. It was better now that he was passed out drunk as it would be easier for them to handle him.

Ashley and Abby worked together to get Ron out of the bar. He was half awake, mumbling to himself, when they tried to get him inside Abby's car. As soon as he fell onto the back seat, Ron quickly fell asleep again.

Ashley told Abby the directions to Ron's place. Aside from the family villa, he had his own personal apartment. When everything was settled, they parted their ways. Ashley waited until Abby's car was no longer in sight.

She got inside her car and set her address on the navigation system.

It had been a long time since she moved to the villa, and she felt a bit sad and idiotic that she couldn't find her home by memory.

She was just lucky enough that the car had GPS.

Upon reaching the villa, Ashley quietly parked the car right where she saw it in the garage.

Being as careful and as discreet as possible, she slowly walked into the villa.

At this time, it was awfully dark and quiet inside the house. She pulled out her phone from her po

how wrong she actually was. Early the next morning, she found she didn't have the strength to get out of bed. She realized then how horrible a jealous man could be.

It was especially difficult when that man kept his emotions to himself and never revealed what was in his mind. You could never know if he was angry or not, if he was jealous or not. That kind of man was the most horrible man in the world.

On the other hand, that night went a little different for Abby and Ron.

Abby had managed to get Ron back to his apartment. Ron had one arm slung over Abby's shoulder as she tried to fish for his keys in his pants pocket. When she finally managed to open the door, she laid Ron down on the couch.

She leaned back on the side of the couch and tried to catch her breath. With a final grunt, she stood up and helped Ron walk to his bedroom.

The bedroom was rather bright and warm, which perfectly matched his personality.

Unlike most men who preferred black and white, the bedroom's color selection and furniture arrangement were fun and appealing.

His bed, however, was all white. The bed sheets of his king-sized bed were white; the pillows and the blanket he had were white. Even the marbled floor was white. On one side of the bedroom, there was a French window adorned with beige curtains.

On the other side, there was a desk with a desktop computer. There were some books and files as well, all of which were organized neatly.

With one final drag, Abby managed to lay Ron on his bed. But, Ron was still clinging onto Abby's shoulder, which inevitably made her fall on top of him.