89- I Still Belong To You

Justin Deluca’s pov

“I have packed your stuff, Ashley.” When I gave her the news, traces of worry were evident on her face but then she shrugged it off.

I asked her to change and come downstairs. Doctors had given her the required go-ahead and now she needed to be out of there.

Out of the mansion. Out of my system. Out of my life.

Most of our journey was done quietly. I sensed several times that she wanted to talk to me. And I pleaded with her mentally not to say anything. Not to make it more difficult by asking for any kind of explanation.

She seemed to hear it. Because after that she started that meaningless chattering that was part of her. I kept listening to her quietly, not knowing when I would be able to hear her voice again.

Or maybe I would never hear it again. So, it was better if I safe those precious moments in my heart and in my memory. There was a point when she silently fell asleep. I stopped the car to a side and looked at the innocent face. While shifting her hair off