Chapter 23â â
Ashley raised her phone, showing it to Valentin with a puzzled
expression. âWhatâs going on here?â
Valentin glanced at it and lied calmly. âYou got drunk and insisted on taking a photo with me. Then, you set it as your wallpaper.â
Ashley found his explanation hard to believe.
She wasnât about to fall for it. âThat canât be possible!â
Valentin turned his head, showcasing the handprint on his cheek. âWell, I didnât believe youâd slap me at first.â
Ashley suddenly felt guilty.
Apparently, Valentin wouldnât have slapped himself.
So, the handprint on his face must be her doing.
Andâ¦she probably had changed the wallpaper herself.
Ashley licked her rosy l*ps, her voice soft and gentle. âIâm sorry for the slap. As for the wallpaperâ¦I must have done it while I was drunk. My mind was such a mess back then. Iâll change it back right now.â
As she spoke, Valentin remained speechless.
Ashley swiftly changed the wallpaper back to the original one.
Valentin squinted and looked at her meaningfully, his eyes carrying something else.
After breakfast, Valentin went to the study to deal with his work.
Ashley remembered slapping him the night before. She pondered for a while and went to the kitchen to prepare a fruit plate. Then, she carried it upstairs to the study and knocked on the door.
However, the door wasnât shut and swung open immediately.
Ashley blinked and looked inside, asking, âAre you busy?â
Valentin sat behind the desk, closing the contract he was reviewing on the computer. âNot really. Whatâs up?â
Ashley smiled, walking over and placing the fruit plate on the table. âI
brought you some fruits. I just prepared them myself. Theyâre really SweetS
Valentin glanced at the fruits and then looked up at her. âGo ahead. What crime did youâ commit this time?â
Ashleyâs eyes widened. âWhat do you mean?â
Valentin leaned back, looking at her with a sly smile, his voice low and careless. âSince we were kids, youâve only been this nice to me when youâve done something wrong.â
Ashley was shocked and started to recall whether what he had said was
true.
After a brief recollection, Ashley figured out that Valentin wasnât lying.
âYouâre
Ashley cleared her throat, ignoring her sense of guilt. overthinking it. Itâs just because I accidentally slapped you yesterday when I was drunk, and I wanted to apologize.â
Valentin grunted, lowering his eyes to the fruits on the table. âI wonât accept this apology.â
Ashley was stunned for a moment and asked warily, âWhat else do you want, then?â
Valentin smiled, his tone indifferent. âI donât mind you slapping me, so thereâs no need to apologize.â
Ashley was stunned again.
She thought this wicked man would take advantage of the situation, but he didnât seem to care.
Now, it seemed that Ashley had wronged Valentin and misunderstood his intentions.
He indeed appeared like an upright person. Ashley now believed that it was her who insisted on taking the photo last night and making it her wallpaper.
But now that the fruits were already prepared, they shouldnât go to waste. So, Ashley left them on Valentinâs desk.
As she turned to leave, she noticed a brush and some paint on the nearby bookshelf. A sudden idea popped into her head. Ashley exclaimed, her eyes glittering, âValentin, Iâve figured out what wedding gift to give you!â
12:30
Valentin raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Ashley took over the paint and brush. Let me try this out. If you donât like it, Iâll get, you something else.â
Seeing that she was about to paint something, Valentin cleared a space or the desk for her and helped her put the paint into a palette.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the muscular outline of his forearms. Blue veins popped up on his tanned skin, emitting an inexplicable allure..
Since childhood, Ashley had excelled at painting.
Valentin often assisted her with these preparations, making the process. appear effortless.
To be fair, Ashleyâs painting was more like an artwork that could be sold for money.
Valentin wondered what she would paint for him.
After preparing the paint, Ashley dipped the brush again and, with a flourish, began to paint. The style of her painting was elegant and extremely vivid.
Valentin looked down and saw what she had painted.
It was his portrait.
Valentin was speechless.
This portrait somehow made him seem like a hundred years old.
Ashley, satisfied with what she had painted, put the brush down. âI had an exceptional feeling today. Look at this portrait. Itâs compact in structure, creating a great effect. Besides, this is my sincere blessing for you.â
Valentin could tell that her painting was decent, and her blessing was indeed sincere. Howeverâ¦
He glanced at Ashley with a helpless smile. âIs this your wedding gift to me?â
Ashley, holding up the portrait, looked at him in bewilderment. âDonât you like it? I can paint you something else. Just name it.â
Valentin raised an eyebrow. âI can name whatever I want?â
Ashley patted her chest confidently. âOf course.â
12:30
Valentin playfully tapped the desktop, his eyes fixed on her Then, he said calmly, âSince itâs a wedding gift, how about painting adâs portrait?â
Ashley, thinking it was a simple request, began, âOk, thatâs easy. Just a kidâsâ¦
âWait a minute.â Ashley looked at Valentin, her eyes widening in surprise, filling with astonishment. âA kid? What kid?â
Valentin chuckled, âOur kid, of course!
Ashleyâs eyes widened even more. âWhat nonsense are you talking about?â
Valentin raised an eyebrow, whispering in a low, magnetic voice, âYouâre my wife. Who else can carry my child except you? Hmm?â
âWife? Kid? What on earth is he talking about?â Ashley thought.
Her earlobes turned even redder than a cooked lobster. Angrily, she glared at Valentin. âStop talking nonsense!â
She put down the pen, turned around, and walked out, not wanting to deal with him anymore.
Watching her leave, Valentin put his hands into his pants pockets, swallowing slightly as he chuckled in a low, alluring voice. âWhy are you leaving? You havenât finished the painting I asked for.â
Ashley halted, turned around with a stern glare, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
âThis wicked man is just as annoying as he was in childhood!â She thought.
Back in her room, Ashleyâs earlobes were like a ball of fire, After a long while, the heart-fluttering hotness finally dissipated.
Her phone chimed. Ashley checked the message and saw the theme for the final round of the âShow Your Danceâ program: Red.
âRed?â
Ashley pondered, beginning to brainstorm her performance for the final round, which would be held a week later.
Once Ashley had her performance outlined, it was time for rigorous rehearsals.
This afternoon. Ashley went to the program venue for a rehearsal. After changing her clothes, she walked out of the dressing room and saw a familiar figure in the corridor. It was Jeremy.
âHe isnât a contestant. Why is he here now? Ashiey thought.
Ashley glanced around, and next to her was the judgesâ resting room.
She wondered if Jeremy had come here to meet the judges.
Trying to avoid getting involved in matters related to the Ramos family, Ashley turned to leave. However, she overheard discussions from the judgesâ resting room.
It was the four judges from the show, excitedly talking without even closing the door properly.
âHaha! Ten hundred thousand dollars for each of us! Another big profit!â
âMr. Jeremy Ramos is quite generous. In order to ensure Jessica gets first. place in the finals, he just handed us 40 hundred thousand dollars!â
âWho gets first place depends on how we score. Just give high scores to Jessica and low scores to Ashley when the time comes!â
Upon hearing this, Ashleyâs eyes flashed with disdain.
It turned out that Jeremy had bribed the judges.
He was indeed protective of Jessica. To secure her victory, he was actu resorting to such cliché and unethical methods to favor his sister.
At this moment, the judges in the room continued their excited discussion.
Ashley took out her phone from her pocket and started recording their conversation.
She decided to send this audio file to the directorâs email.
The director of this show was known for being fair and upright, and Ashley believed that upon hearing the audio, he would ensure justice.
After the rehearsal, Ashley returned to the Kingsley Villa.
As she entered the living room, she noticed a man in a pink shirt sitting on the sofa.
He had his back against her, so Ashley couldnât see his face, but she could tell he had a good physique, giving off a debonair vibe is that pink shirt. Valentin was sitting across from him, facing Ashleyâs direction.
When he saw Ashley coming in, the aloofness in his eyes instantly softened into a gentle affection. âYouâre back,â he said.
The next second, the man in the pink shirt stood up and turned to Ashley. His l*ps curled into a charming smile as he greeted. âHello, Mrs. Kingsley!â
Ashley was shocked by how he addressed her.
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