Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

and was playing with

to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch

down.”

only then did I notice

I’d always preferred to have it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to wait

get the

silly for that instance had turned into a

our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the

tap… That

while braiding my hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t

swiveled back, and everything went half the

we quarrel

eyes observing my every braid through the mirror. There wasn’t a tinge

my business. But there’s a limit to my hair length, meaning I had to come to a

and so

Huh!

could ask my question, Ashton put out his. “We’re going to visit Hannah later. Do

slipped my mind! We spoke about this

his initiative. He never had to give in since he’d been treated like a king his whole life, so

opened the drawer as I took out the hairband, and tied

to the company?” I rubbed my lips with

putting on make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d

pretty!” He tried to butter me up in a

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