Chapter 677 Offer A Price

Ashley woke up feeling dizzy as if her eyes were going around in circles. Squinting to get a clear view of her surroundings, she struggled to rise from the mattress.

Although her memory was quite fuzzy, she recalled seeing Andrew the night before and getting in his car. But that seemed to be the only thing she could remember right now. As she pressed left arm against the sheets for support, Ashley rubbed her head with an attempt to make sense of what went down.

Seconds later, her cheeks were flushed red, finally recalling what had happened after she got in Andrew's car.

She began to survey the familiar room. It was still exactly how she remembered it. The walls were painted white, and there was no furniture aside from the spacious wardrobe, a side table with a night lamp, a small sofa on one side, and the big bed she used to sleep on.

Andrew had slept with her on this bed last night. But she couldn't feel any warmth on the sheets beside her.

That dismayed her. Disappointed, she lowered her head with a deep breath.

As she sat soulless with her head drooping, Andrew came in with a plate in his hand.

His hands tightly clenched on the tray as he saw her there.

"You are awake! Eat something,"

he greeted, holding the breakfast tray.

His baritone voice sent chills down her spine. She looked at the man she thought about countless times in her dreams.

Raising her head up, Ashley saw Andrew standing so masculine right before her. The longing in her eyes, as she stared at him, showcased how much she had missed him.

"Andrew..." Her soft voice, although quite low, broke the silence in the room. It was not enough that she had a massive hangover, but seeing him, in flesh and blood, weakened almost every part of her body.

Ashley slowly stretched out her arms, trying to hold Andrew and feel his skin against her palms. All that was in her mind was the hope to explain how she didn't mean to leave at that time, and how it was beyond her own means to stay.

It didn't matter what Andrew thought of her; she just badly wanted to explain her side of things, hoping for nothing in return.

Discreetly, Andrew avoided her touch, and without a word, he turned around and strode out of the room.

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'He is not the same man anymore, ' she bitterly thought, biting her lips to prevent her tears from rolling down. She didn't expect that Andrew would avoid her touch deliberately.

All those years of not seeing each other had made them strangers, making the familiar seem so unfamiliar. And Ashley felt so dismal with this reality.

Before Andrew could completely leave the room, Ashley desperately called out, "Andrew!"

For a second, Andrew halted, but without looking back, he continued to walk away.

The breakfast he left looked appetizing, but Ashley, as sullen as she was, didn't have the urge to eat. 'Why would he cook for me and treat me like that?' she thought, picking up the fork with tr

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

is, her cell phone rang. It was Alice. "Hello," she said.

"Oh my god! Finally! Where are you? Are you okay?" she worriedly asked in succession.

Ashley replied with a sigh, "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm at a friend's house. I'll be back soon."

"Let me pick you up," Alice said, still worried.

"No, it's fine. I'll just take a taxi back to the hotel," Ashley answered immediately. She didn't want to cause so much hassle, but more importantly, she didn't want Alice to know where she was.

After finally reassuring Alice that she was fine, Ashley hung up the phone.

Then, she lingered on the bed for a few more minutes before she got up.

Outside the room, Andrew sat on the sofa. His legs were crossed while his hands firmly held on the armrests.

As Ashley descended the stairs, she coldly glanced at him and said, "I have to go now."

Andrew said nothing. Ashley walked past him with her lips pressed together in a thin line.

'It would probably be best to talk to him later, ' she thought silently as she walked towards the door.

But just as she was about to twist the knob, Andrew's voice thundered. "Who said that you could leave?"

"Huh? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean it literally. You can't leave without my permission."

With brows shot high, he stood up and approached Ashley, "Offer me a price."

"What?"

By this time, confusion was written all over Ashley's face.

Holding her chin, Andrew seductively whispered and repeated, "I said, name your price."

His voice almost turned Ashley's legs into jelly, weakening her grasp of reality for a moment.

"You're back because you have run out of all the money they gave you, right? So, just tell me, and I'll give it to you, however much you need."

Ashley's face turned pale instantly, startled at how ridiculous he sounded. Piercing Andrew with her sharp eyes, she said in a trembling voice, "Is that how you see me now? Some sort of gold-digging bitch?!"