Chapter 682 Sweetness

It seemed that Andrew would do something terrible if Ashley dared to say no.

She, however, did not notice the determined, almost predatory look in his eyes. She hooked her arm around his and said, "I know. I just want to know what you'd like to have for dinner tonight."

He gave an evil smile. "Let me see. What have I been dying to eat?"

Moving closer to her, he asked, "Are you on the menu?"

Ashley felt all the blood in her body rush to her face, making her cheeks and ears warm.

She pushed him away and said, "Fine. Just forget it."

Then she kept walking along the aisle to find ingredients for the meal she was cooking later.

Gradually, her face returned to its natural color.

Somehow, Ashley felt lost. She had noticed how Andrew had changed recently.

It felt like he was always in a flirtatious mood.

Ashley shook her head and tried to forget about this dumb thought. What was she thinking?

"Do we have any rice left at home?" she asked.

Andrew had a perplexed look on his face as if he meant to ask her what such a thing was and whether it existed.

Ashley rubbed her temples and decided not to pursue the matter. She figured that he wasn't the kind of person used to worrying about whether or not he had rice back home.

After she had bought everything she needed for dinner, they went to the counter and paid. Then, they headed home.

It was already six o'clock when they arrived at home. Ashley rushed to the kitchen. After straightening up a bit in there, she realized that Andrew was just standing there, watching her the whole time. "Go on upstairs and take a shower. Get some rest, then come down for dinner," she instructed him.

"Okay."

Andrew did as he was told.

In the past few years, Ashley had been everything but idle. There was never a shortage of work that needed to be done for the company. However, she also lived with two young children, so it did not matter how busy she got. She always made time to provide her children with quality meals.

She had always been an excellent cook.

She put some rice in a bowl and washed it. Afterward, she added the right amount of water, turned on the heat, and left the rice to cook.

She took out the meat, washed it, and seasoned it. Immediately, she began the process of making some stew. The rest was easy.

She washed and prepared the vegetables, taking them apart leaf by leaf and setting them aside. She

rections now, prompting Andrew to catch handfuls of hair, tugging slightly at times.

It was true he took extra care in drying her hair.

At least he did it in the beginning.

As time went by, he began to lose focus.

Andrew was taller than Ashley and she was just wearing loose pajamas. Due to these things and the wind from the hairdryer, he could easily see down her pajama top.

Her fair neck was right in front of him. It was like a tasty treat being dangled right in front of him.

Andrew's breathing became uneven and labored. He closed his eyes and focused once more on the task at hand, drying her hair.

His voice had a husky quality to it when he said, "Finished."

"Okay," Ashley responded.

She was about to take the hairdryer from him when she realized how intensely he was staring at her. There was no hiding the lust in his eyes.

She felt a twinge of panic, but she managed to take the hairdryer before saying, "Well, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

Ashley put the hair dryer aside and was about to go to sleep when Andrew suddenly got on top of her.

Not wanting to crush or hurt her, he supported his weight with his arms.

Ashley swallowed. With a slightly trembling voice, she said, "Andrew, it's late. Let's go to sleep."

She hadn't recovered from the sex they had been having in the past twenty four hours.

More than tired, she was terrified.

"Okay, let's sleep."

With that, Andrew planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

That night, Ashley learned that a woman couldn't just believe whatever a man said in bed. If she did, she would have to pay the price.