Trial Of The Senses

"Ashley, what are you thinking about?"

Ashley came back to earth and saw Dylan's handsome face. "Oh, nothing, just something about work. If you are full, I will wash the dishes."

Ashley was at his home now. Like June, Dylan felt that living with his parents was not free enough, so he bought his own house and moved out a long time ago. There were entertainment reporters and their fans knowing them in public. Betty lived in the villa of Fang family, so they met in Dylan's apartment most of the time.

"What is it about? Tell me."

"Don't worry. I can handle the conflicts between me and Flora."

It was not until Ashley mentioned Flora that Dylan remembered that she still held some bombshell information. In the past few days, he and Ashley got along very well and he was too happy that he almost forgot the photo in her hand. It was the photo that was exactly what Ashley and her little conflict.

"Well, you can deal with it yourself. If you need any help, tell me." Dylan put down his chopsticks.

Ashley stood up, took the chopsticks and bowls to the kitchen, and washed the dishes under the tap with plastic gloves.

Since Ashley had decided to deal with Flora, she had hired a private detective to tail after her all day long. In order to avoid interrupting Dylan, she had employed a new detective firm instead of her previous one. But Flora had only met with Jasper for a few times. Each day, she either worked in the company, went to the night club or stayed at home. Only a few times that she met Jasper in the company.

Ashley had been stationed in Jasper's office for a long time, so she knew what would happen when they met. There was nothing in the office that could be used to threaten Flora. The information the detective gave her was hard to find.

After such a long time, it was inevitable that Ashley was a little anxious. She had to end it as soon as possible, otherwise she would sleep restlessly every night, as if she would be complained by Flora at any time.

"You seem absorbed." Dylan hugged her from behind.

Ashley was a little scared, but soon calmed down. She smiled and said, "why did you come in? Here is water and oil stains. You can wait outsi

uilt in the Republican period. Over the years, its lessee had changed many times. Now it become a run-in cafe.

Ashley went straight to the third floor. As it was office hour, there were few guests inside and no one on the third floor. The thick curtain was wide open, and the whole room on the third floor was dark. The white sofa and frame looked mysterious and profound in the darkness.

She sat down on a sofa by the window, lifted the curtain and tied it with a strip. The sunlight poured out and lightened the room. After a while, the waiter came on the wood ladder and put the thing she had ordered on the table in front of her. There were a cup of hot chocolate and a black forest cake.

Ashley took off the mask and hat, held up the cup and took a sip of the hot chocolate, the chocolate and the milk tangled in her mouth. The kiss at noon, sweet and moist, lingering and seductive, came to her mind. Ashley's face turned red again. The place that had never been filled in her heart seemed to be filled.

Putting down the ceramic cup, she could not help but think of Dylan. Was it true that she had gradually fallen in love with him as Dylan said?

The door of the coffee shop was opened again. A man in a black T-shirt and trousers walked in. He didn't look around but went straight to the third floor. It was so many years ago that the wooden stairs made some noise. He stood on it until he saw the silhouette of the woman sitting by the window.