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

decided to let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would

be right down.” And I trod back to my

then did I notice how long my hair had grown. It

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 till my hair grew to my waist and never let that

get the message sooner or

silly for that

own peculiar ways. No matter the twists and turns our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands.

tap… That must be

my hair. To my surprise,

and everything went

quarrel last

caressed my shoulders, and I could see his gentle eyes observing my every

kept my gaze low, refusing to meet his, and kept on with my business. But there’s a limit to my hair length, meaning I had to come

silence, and so did

Huh!

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

slipped my mind! We spoke about

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

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

to go to the company?”

idea of putting on make-up as I wasn’t really in the mood for it. Plus, it’d take time to remove it. A chapstick would

pretty!” He tried to butter

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