Trial Of The Senses

As the darkness of the night passed, a dim streak of light appeared in the sky, but it soon diluted the darkness and turned the eastern sky into dark blue. Before long, the golden light of the sun would break through the clouds and get rid of all the haze in the earth.

With his hand reaching for his cellphone, Jasper looked at the time on the screen of the cellphone with the white light of its screen. It was six o'clock in the morning.

It was the time he got up when he went to school. He never changed this habit for many years. His biological clock was even more accurate than the clock. As Jasper slightly moved his body, he looked sideways at Ashley who was with her back to him. He had never been so calm before, and he always had a sense of distance with the world, but now, through Ashley, he seemed to feel that he had some connection with the world.

The woman's quilt was not covered tightly, and her rounded shoulder was exposed in the air. Jasper gently pulled up the quilt and covered her shoulder.

Ashley didn't sleep well. Although she was asleep, her brain seemed to be still clear and she always helped her keep alert to things around her. When Ashley was tucked in by Jasper, an idea suddenly struck her. Her shoulders, which had been frozen for a long time, became much warmer after being covered by the quilt, but she didn't move at all.

After helping her cover the quilt, he heard her breathing paused, which was then followed by a new breathing rule. He withdrew his hand and said, "Hi, are you awake?"

Ashley couldn't pretend anymore and answered, "Hmm.."

"It's still early. Get some more sleep." Jasper looked at the woman's back.

"Yes." Ashley couldn't fall asleep.

The clock was ticking on the bedside table. Along with the regular and slight click sound, the time passed second by second.

She gave in yesterday. She actually had sex with other man when she had a fiance. Then what was the difference between she and Sheila? What should she do with Dylan? She already had sex with him. How could she face Dylan and this relationship? After the confused effect of the drug lost, a series of reality followed. Each problem caused her a splitting headache.

Jasper knew that women did not sleep. The breathing of the sleeping people was long and regular, but the breathing of the sober people would be slight, which was easy to distinguish from these two states. Thinking of what happened last night, he felt he was in the wrong. He knew what he had done yesterday had gone too far, but he didn't regret it. He had to do something to get Ashley back, or everything would be too late. No matter she was angry or hated him, it was better to disso

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

woman's wrist because of her struggle.

He got out of the bed and found the first aid kit. Then he sat on the bedside and started to apply medicine to her wound.

Ashley didn't move, nor accept. She just stared at the ceiling in a trance.

"Ashley, you are hesitant between me and Dylan. Dylan chose the time to propose to you, so you have to accept his proposal. I understand you. But it is because of this that I have to use some special means. Otherwise, do you think I will watch you marry Dylan without doing anything?"

"So you drugged me unscrupulously." Ashley sneered, "It's so ironic that two men like me in this way."

Jasper's heart was stung. He deliberately ignored that feeling and said stiffly, "Anyway, you had sex with me."

"Really?" Ashley sneered again.

By this rhetorical question, Jasper felt uneasy. "Do you still want to marry Dylan in such a situation?"

'How could I marry Dylan under such a circumstance?'

"I hate you, Jasper."

Jasper felt like her heart was stabbed by a knife and it was so painful that he could hardly breathe. He took a few deep breaths to endure the pain. Then he put his hand, which had been used to wipe the medicine, back to the quilt and said cruelly, "It's useless for you to hate me."

Ashley curled up in agony and turned her back to Jasper, "You can go! I won't be with you. I won't!"

Looking at the woman's curled and fragile figure, Jasper felt his heart was broken by a knife. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"I mean it! Go! "

"Okay." With a straight face, Jasper stood up. "Don't regret it!"

After changing his clothes, Jasper slammed the door and left.

Finally she was left alone in the room. Jasper left furiously, slammed the door and left. Thinking of this, Ashley couldn't help crying out loud.