Ian ran his hands through his wet hair. Ashley with memory loss was a dangerous experience for him. He knew she had entered, and left immediately. But he couldn’t afford to make her uncomfortable, so he’d pretend like nothing happened.She had actually never seen him naked. He had to take another shower, but it helped to calm him down a little so it wasn’t a completely horrible thing.He took off a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around his waist, opting to put the other one on his head. This was his go-to method of drying, and his wife seemed to like it whenever she saw him. He walked out of the bathroom, throwing a casual glance at his wife only to nearly break down into laughter. Several years of being two faced helped him to press his lips together tightly so as not to let any sound escape. She was the color of ripened tomatoes as she desperately tried to read the magazine that was very obviously upside down.Ian smirked instead and walked past her into the walk-in clos
Ashley came out of the bathroom, peeking first to see if Ian was in the room and sped into the closet he had walked into previously, she would at least find something she could wear there. Cementing the fact that she was apparently married to the man was the amount of female clothes in her size in the closet. She gaped and rotated as she looked up and rows of clothes met her line of sight everywhere she turned. She had never seen so many clothes at once. The big sized shirts dwarfed the female ones and she furrowed her brows at the fact that she and Ian shared the closet.Ian didn’t seem like someone anyone voluntarily shared anything with, she wondered what possessed her. She wondered even more what possessed him. Ian Hills and Ashley Toma, the weirdest pairing alive. She wondered how he even wooed her to acceptance with his soily attitude. She picked out what looked most comfortable and sat on the bed, successfully subsiding her unbidden thoughts of her best friend’s brother – her
“I have good news and bad news”, Yu Zhen proclaimed from the front of the door he aggressively banged open. Ian took a deep breath and lowered his gun. That was honestly an entrance punishable by death – and the main reason Yu Zhen didn’t sleep in the same house with him most times.He looked to Ashley and on seeing her face he knew he was in for trouble. Her eyes were wide and she looked between him and the gun still in his hands – stupid decision on his part – with something akin to pure terror.“I can explain”, he started, he couldn’t explain in a way she would understand, but it was better to say anything than to leave her wondering about her husband being a murderer or something.“You absolutely can not! You have a gun on the bed I sleep on?!”, she shrieked like he knew she would. She tried to get out of his grip but he firmly secured her from running away.“It’s for security purposes-”“Yeah, to kill me if I ever made you annoyed over the night!”, Ashley interrupted him in a lou
Ian's body sunk into the bed, the worn upholstery offering little comfort as he processed the weight of his recent actions. The echoes of the adrenaline-fueled confrontation reverberated in his mind like a relentless drumbeat, each thud reminding him of the choices that had led them to this precarious moment.Ashley, still reeling from the shock, sat opposite him. Her eyes, wide and wary, held a mixture of fear and confusion. The silence between them was palpable, pregnant with unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. The room that was filled with warm and fuzzy feelings before felt more like a battleground, he accepted the fault.With a heavy sigh, Ian broke the silence again, his voice carrying the burden of self-reproach. "I didn't want you to feel unsafe, but I should have handled that differently."Ashley's gaze lingered on him, her eyes probing for a deeper understanding. The room seemed to contract around them as they grappled with the repercussions of his impulsive decision.
Ian hurriedly took the already fired gun away from her hands. She was like a 3 month old with speedy hands."THERE WAS A BULLET IN IT?", she shrieked and Ian winced. Did she think he would bring out a gun without ammunition? Was that why she forgave it quickly?"Yes, I wanted to protect-""You kept a bullet-filled gun where I slept?!", She asked and stood up from the bed. Ian stretched out a hand and was immediately smacked in the face.He flexed his jaw and realized that the moments she hit him in the process of waking up were unintentional because this one hurt like hell."What if that was a kidnapper?", He grabbed her hands successfully in one of his and put the gun carefully in his back pajama pocket. He would have dropped it in a drawer but she could come back for "experimentation" and accidentally murder herself."How would a kidnapper get through all these layers of security, just one of them is enough", she grumbled, her conviction waning."That wasn't what happened with you y
Ian detached from Ashley to follow Yu Zhen. Something disgusting was brewing and he didn’t like it at all. Why did Mark decide to give over the reins of his company to help their father? Mark was never one to like working under another person, so it seemed utterly fishy.He sat at his laptop with Yu Zhen linking it to his phone so he could see what Yu Zhen was seeing.“When are they planning on announcing the merging?”, Ian asked seriously, checking through their stocks. No wonder Mark’s stock prices had been reducing, he was luring people back to his side, the fickle people Ian had won over with the help of his wife – she was really convincing when it came to talking to people. Mark and Reid were planning on taking the market by surprise, winning people over to their side. It was a good thing he had all the important shares, they could never get the Hills Corp.“Next month, now I have worse news”, Yu Zhen said, his voice thick with anger. Ian furrowed his brows. What was with the we
When Ian got into the room, Ashley was already asleep again, sprawled in the middle of the bed, prenetin we any other human entry onto the bed. A small smile bloomed on Ian's face. And she dared say he was the careless sleeper. He was the most careful when she was in the bed with him, making sure he wrapped around her perfectly in such a way that she would be comfortable too.But his adorable little wife was monopolizing the giant bed.Forgetting everything wrong with him even for a second was all he needed at that point and so he lay beside her at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to shift away and back to him like she always did, at least that one would be muscle memory.The thought of her memory poured maggot infested water on his train of thought.He would have to be an asshole again – something he had yet to completely rectify from before – in order to rectify the illness she had been given because of him. He didn't care anymore, he would find Leon and kill him, brutally and
Ian tore a wad of papers that had just been handed to him by his assistant. An entire team of people cowered in front of his desk as he delivered the most depressing speech anyone would ever get the misfortune of hearing.“Useless. Every single one of you”, he ended and threw the entire stack to the floor. “Fix it”, he growled and looked to Yu Zhen for them to be kicked out. Yu Zhen closed his eyes in helplessness as he gently shooed seventy percent of the company’s employees away. Truly,, he had slacked off, but they didn’t deserve to bear the weight of Ian’s general disposition. He had been subjected to it multiple times in the past week.Ian had not slept a wink in ten days, he was snappy to his family and friends, horrible to his employees and rude to Ashley, of all people. He knew what Ian was trying to do and it was ridiculously stupid, even for him. He expected Ian to try to reenact cute moments or lovey-lovey moments, not snippets of a time she literally hated him.“We need to