“Ah, let go. The impact will be bad if people saw it.” Vivian gasped, and tried to shake off Ashton’s hand, but the man walked in front refused to let go.
She was pulled all the way to the President’s office. With a slam on the door, countless curious eyes were isolated.
Then she was thrown like a sack on the sofa by the man.
“HMM.” Vivian got up from the sofa, robbed her painful wrist and grumbled, “Are you mad? Now everybody thinks I have something to do with you.”
Ashton squatted down, half kneeling, took off her high heels, examined her ankles, which were as red and swollen as pig’s feet, and frowned.
“Stupid woman, didn’t even know to say a word when you were bullied?”
Vivian uncomfortably shrunk feet but failed, so she had to say, “The assistant has no human rights…”
“Huh?” Before the voice fell, the man slightly raised eyebrows to stop the words Vivian had not finished.
“Wait!” After dropping this sentence, the man began to rummaging through his belongings.
“Actually, it’s not that serious. I’m the new guy and I’m supposed to be bullied –”
“Shut up!” Ashton roared angrily. Vivian had to obediently shut her mouth.
Ashton, holding an ointment she could not understand by name, held her feet in his hands and was about to give her medicine.
Vivian hurriedly shrank, “No need, I can do it myself, really.”
“Dare you move again?” Ashton threatened coolly.
Vivian did not move, let Ashton wipe cool ointment on her ankle. The burning sensation was relieved instantly.
The man was half kneeling on the ground. From her aspect, his high nose bridge and serious expression let Vivian’s dead heart suddenly beat once.
Her nose tingled, as if to see Ashton standing in the same spot and smiling to her two years ago. The mind and this scene overlapped, making her want to cry.
If only they didn’t have two years of torture between them.
Very soon, Vivian noticed that, no matter there were those two years, Ashton was still abhorrent.
Since being transferred to the President’s office as an assistant, the so-called “freedom” of Vivian had almost been stripped away again by Ashton.
The man not only in the name of work asked her to stay in his line of sight, but also walked in and out with her when the work is off, forcing her to sit in the same car with him. Brandon who waited downstairs did not show up again after seeing this.
Vivian breathed a sigh of relief secretly, at the same time she was angry at Ashton’s dictatorial method. The company was in an uproar when she was inexplicably transferred to the President as an assistant. In this period of time, there were more gossips, but the only constant theme was –
Vivian became superior.
Once hearing such rumors, Vivian rolled her eyes. Did she need to get superior since she was already his wife?
Ashton took her to see Aryan on the weekend.
Aryan was quietly playing by himself as usual, occasionally he would answer simply to Ashton’s question. As for Vivian? Sorry, Aryan was not less familiar than his brother-in-law.
This made Vivian depressed for a while, but later she felt good about it.
The fact that Aryan showed a friendly face to Ashton at least indicated that although Ashton had been threatening her with his younger brother in recent years, he had not mistreated him.
Thinking of this, Vivian secretly looked at the man taking a bath in the bathroom. He had taken care of her brother, but he had made a look of atrocity. Ashton, you were a weirdo.
After taking a bath, Ashton came out with his wet hair on his head. Looking up, he saw Vivian staring in his direction, with her nightgown hanging loosely on her body, showing her fair skin…
Ashton’s throat moved, and the next second he pounced on her.
“Ah!” Vivian shrieked, and was hugged by Ashton. She hurriedly blocked in the man’s broad pectorals with both hands, flushed and said, “You… You said you wouldn’t force me.”
A drop of water on Ashton’s hair dripped between her collarbone. His chiseled face was less than a centimeter away, and the man who has just finished bathing oozed male hormones from top to bottom.
“I never said you couldn’t discharge your duties as a wife.” Ashton chuckled.
Vivian couldn’t say a word, with her black bright eyes turning. She broke free from the arms of the arm like suddenly thought of something, “You had not packed up your luggage for your business trip tomorrow, I help you pack up…”
As she spoke, she ran into the room like the wind.
Watching the delicious meat slip away again, Ashton slightly squinted eyes, directed at the bedroom and shouted with dissatisfaction, “Hold your husband’s desire, I will find other women to do their duty.”
A sentence came from the bedroom.
“I hope so.”