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Ashton paused. “Honey, your clothes are dirty. No matter how much of a hurry we’re in, we should Moonspring Estate and change first.<b>” </b>
He knew that as soon as she found out, there was no way she would quietly go home.
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“Besides, we don’t need to turn around to get to Shoneport University. It’s on our way,” Ashton added.
Briar was speechless.
The stern expression she had maintained the entire time finally cracked, and she shot Ashton a fierce re.
Ashton found his wife’s re incrediblyforting. He thought his little girl looked her best when she was lively and cute.
It broke his heart to see her with a tense face and cold eyes.
Ashton reached out and ruffled Briar’s hair. “Let’s go back, freshen up, change our clothes, and grab a bite to eat before we go find Marvin, okay?”
But Briar said nothing.
“Marvin isn’t going anywhere,” Ashton continued to coax her. “There’s no need to rush. You need to rest. Besides, our conversation with him will take a while. You should give him some time to gather his thoughts, shouldn’t you?”
“Gather his thoughts?” Briar retorted.
“Of course, to gather his thoughts – on how to face your questions!” Ashton said.
If Griffin’s hint was correct, then Marvin must have received the news by now.
Marvin was probably waiting for Briar to show up; no reminder needed.
After a long moment, Briar reluctantly nodded. “Fine. Let’s go back to the vi first.”
“You’re such a good girl,” Ashton sighed in relief.
He wasn’t worried about Marvin escaping; his mind was entirely focused on the two sedatives that had been injected into Briar.
He worried that her extreme anger had prevented the sedatives from taking full effect.
Perhaps once they were home and she rxed, the drug would finally put her to sleep.
Ashton half–coaxed, half–tricked Briar into returning to the vi, as he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her alone again.
Having such a skilled wife could sometimes make him feel quite helpless.
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Ashton took Briar’s hand and led her into the bedroom. The moment he closed the door, he started to
undress her.
Pulled from her daze, Briar grabbed his wandering hand. “Ashton, what do you think you’re doing?<b>” </b>
“Sweetheart, you need to change this habit of calling me ‘hubby‘ when you need something and ‘Ashton‘ when you don’t,” Ashton teased as his hands kept moving.
At this, Briar was speechless.
Ashton quickly pulled off Briar’s clothes, lifted her with one arm, grabbed a set of her pajamas from the closet, and headed for the bathroom.
It was not until Briar was sitting naked in the bathtub that her face turned beet red. “I can wash myself.”
But Ashton remained unmoved. “As your husband, how could I let my wife do a tough job like bathing herself? Lift your arm!”
Briar was rendered speechless. Fully aware that Ashton was deliberately teasing to amuse her, she could onlyply by raising her arms. She resigned herself to his assistance with the ostensibly mundane task of bathing–though in reality, he seized the opportunity to wander hands freely under the guise of helping.
An hour and a half had passed by the time the bath was over.
Thanks to Ashton’s enthusiastic service, Briar had fallen into a deep sleep.
Ashton gently carried the sleeping Briar, nestled in his arms, to the bed and carefully tucked her in.
He was afraid she would run off again the moment he turned his back.
Ashton had learned his lesson this time. He gave Briar no chance to sneak away, lying down beside her and holding her hand to cut off all her escape routes.
Perhaps because of the two sedatives Hamish had given her earlier, Briar slept long and soundly.
She didn’t even have any nightmares.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a warm, firm chest right in front of her. For a moment, her mind went nk.
She couldn’t figure out where she was.
Ashton noticed the moment Briar woke up. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Honey, you’re awake? Are you hungry?”
Briar looked at Ashton’s smiling eyes, then turned to look at the sky outside. It was pitch ck.
She asked in a hoarse voice, “…How long was I asleep? What time is it now?”
Ashton picked up his phone, nced at it, and said, “10:40 p.m.”
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At this, Briar was stunned.
She had slept for an entire day.
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Shaking her head, she wriggled out of Ashton’s arms, not bothering to ask why he let her sleep so long.
If she asked, he would surely say, “You were sleeping so soundly; I couldn’t bear to wake you.”
Ever since meeting Ashton, Briar had beenpletely unable to resist his subtle and flirtatious sweet talk.
Although she had a lot on her mind, she maintained anguid expression, appearing to have reverted to her usual carefree self.
But only Ashton knew that she had not let anything go. Her body was still tense, and the slightest disturbance could set her on edge.
While Briar was asleep, Ashton called Hamish, who said that her bipr disorder had gotten worse.
Although she appeared perfectly normal, it was only because she was a doctor and knew how to manage her own physical and mental health issues.
No matter how capable she was, it did not mean she could cure her mental illness with willpower and self- control alone.
As the saying goes, it is better to channel a problem than to suppress it.
The root of her psychological issues was the overwhelming weight of her suppressed thoughts. Once the matters buried deep in her heart were resolved, her bipr disorder could slowly heal on its own.
Ashton took the shirt from Briar’s hands and eagerly helped her put it on. “Babe, let me help you.”
This time, his hands behaved and didn’t stray to any inappropriate ces.
Briar watched as Ashton did everything he could to please her. After dressing her, he even crouched down to put on her socks.
With a smirk, she said, “Ashton…”
Ashton cut her off, bringing his handsome face close to hers. He shed a roguish grin. “Wifey, I much prefer it when you call me hubby. Go on, be a good girl and let me hear you say it.”
Briar pushed his head away. “Why would I call you that when I don’t need anything?<b>” </b>
She was using his own words against him-“Call me hubby when you need something, and Ashton when you don’t“-to shut him up.
Ashtonughed in exasperation. “Wifey, why can’t you call me hubby for no reason? You were crying out my name so eagerly in the bathroom earlier. Your voice was so soft and sweet, it was music to my ears… Ouch!”
A fist suddenlynded hard on his shoulder. Ashton cried out and theatrically fell to the ground. He looked <i>at </i>Briar with a pitiful expression and whined, “Wifey, you’re abusing your husband.”
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The truth was, even if Briar put more force into that punch, there was no way she could actually take Ashton down. But then again, wasn’t he just trying to spoil his wife?
Briar bit her lip, looking at the red mark on Ashton’s shoulder. Feeling a little guilty, she asked, “Does it really hurt?<b>” </b>
Was this man trying to y on her sympathy again?
Ashton deliberately leaned closer to Briar, showing her the shoulder she had punched. “Of course it hurts, babe. Don’t you know how hard you can punch?”
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