If only Vivian had loved me the way Ashley claimed to love me—so fiercely that she would do anything for me.
If only.
Fabian let out a quiet sigh and shook the thought away quickly, as if embarrassed by it. "I'll overlook this incident," he said firmly. "But next time, don't do anything reckless without talking to me first. Understood?"
Relief flooded Ashley's face instantly.
She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Of course! I won't do anything like that again. I promise," she said sweetly. "Fabian, you're really good to me."
As she looked at him, a subtle gleam flashed in her eyes.
She straightened up slowly, her expression turning alluring. Her voice softened, taking on a teasing tone.
"Fabian… since you came back, it's been a long time since we… you know…"
Fabian froze.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the bedside lamps, and the atmosphere gradually filled with a strange tension. In the low light, Ashley's face seemed to blur for a moment.
