Trial Of The Senses

"When will you marry Jasper? After work, Ashley went back to the hotel. When she stood in front of the bed and changed her clothes, she remembered what Dylan had asked her during the day.

There was no obstacle between her and Jasper, and marriage was a natural thing. But when she thought of marriage, Ashley thought of that man again. It was ironic that she remembered him, because she didn't know who he was at all.

Ashley couldn't tell how he felt for that person. It was definitely not the love and hatred between men and women, but more seemed to be a kind of resentment from the bottom of her heart. He was a symbol of her past pain, like a scab in her heart. Although the wound had healed, the scar was still there. Every time she saw it, it would remind her of everything in the past, and then the scar began to bleed.

For her, as long as this scar was still there, the past would never be the past. She wanted to erase the scar and marry Jasper. At that time, she would be the new self-ego. Without the haze of the past, she would give her whole heart to Jasper. And the scar would be erased soon. As long as the new year passed, she could get the answer from Sheila.

Ashley put the clothes she had taken off on the couch, picked up the bathrobe and was about to take a shower when her phone rang in her bag. Ashley turned around to take the phone, only to find that the name of Jasper was flickering on the screen.

"Jasper." Ashley answered the phone.

The man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm in the hotel hall now. You come down to pick me up."

After saying that, the man hung up the phone. His tone sounded a little unhappy. Ashley looked at her phone and thought, 'Jasper's work is not going well? Or was it because the customer service in the hotel was so dutiful that he was blocked in the hall and waited?

Ashley didn't wear the original clothes. It turned out that the clothes she wore were too complicated. This man's tone was so impatient, and she didn't want to provoke him again. She put on a bathrobe and an ankle length down jacket, without socks on her feet. She stepped into her sneakers, picked up the room card and went out.

After walking out of the elevator and bypassing the rest room, Ashley finally saw the figure of Jasper in a group of sofa. Under the gaze of the receptionists, Ashley walked over blatantly. Anyway, the relationship between the two had been announced, and there was no need to hide.

She stepped forward and patted on Jasper's shoulder. "Let's go upstairs."

Jasper picked up his coat and followed Ashley into the el

just small talks."

The woman's delicate and shy appearance was tempting. Without asking anything about Dylan, Jasper lowered his head and kissed her.

Jasper held the woman tightly and leaned back a little to look at her. "What are you going to do? Are you going to his wedding or not?"

Ashley hung on the man like a koala. "Since he has sent me the invitation in person, it's not appropriate for me not to go."

Jasper put the woman on the washing table again and reached out to pull her bathrobe.

"No, don't do it here. It's cold and slippery. Let's go to another place, okay?"

"Why shall we go to bed? Aren't you going to take a shower?" Jasper asked.

Ashley was helpless, then she said, "Then I won't go to his wedding. I'll find an excuse to refuse. Are you satisfied?"

A sincere smile finally appeared on Jasper's face. "I'm satisfied."

"Put me down if you are satisfied." Ashley looked at Jasper angrily, "My buttocks are almost frozen. Don't you know it's winter now?"

"Are you going to Dylan's wedding or not?"

"No! I won't! I won't go! " Ashley emphasized three times.

"No, you have to go."

"……" Ashley felt that she was going to be driven crazy by Jasper.

"You can go with me then." Jasper added.

Ashley lost her temper because of Jasper's torture. "Okay, I'll go with you."

The smile on Jasper's face widened. He finally mercifully took the woman down from the washing table. After he took her down, he took a few steps forward and put her into the bathroom.

Ashley watched the man take her into the bathroom, put her down and closed the door, as if he was not going to leave.

"Aren't you going out? I'm going to take a shower. " She asked.

"Let me help you." He answered.