Save Myself From Desperation novel Chapter 135

Without bothering to dry his hair, Valentin walked over with a deep breath, only to see Ashley looking down, seemingly engrossed in something.

His eyes narrowed threateningly as he reached out his hand.

Ashley, absorbed in the papers in her hand, was startled by his approach and looked up.

He gestured to her with his hand. His eyes, clear and bright, seemed even more attractive from a recent shower. "Give it to me."

"Do you want to see it too?" Ashley, sitting on the bedside, patted the space beside her. "Sit down. Let's look at it together."

Valentin was speechless. He had hoped Ashley would invite him to look at something else.

Valentin didn't sit down. Instead, he took the divorce agreement from her hand. She had only just seen the first page.

"Why are you suddenly looking at this?" Valentin asked.

Ashley replied, "I'm checking the terms. I never really read them closely before."

When she signed the divorce agreement, she had only glanced over it before swiftly signing.

She had an irrational trust in Valentin, believing he wouldn't hurt her, so she had signed after only a brief look.

Although they had reunited less than a day ago and claimed they were incompatible, for some reason, her inexplicable trust toward Valentin remained unshaken.

"Looking at the terms?" Valentin asked curiously.

Ashley nodded vigorously. "Yeah."

She amused Valentin. He flipped a few pages and then handed it back to her, pointing to a specific clause. "Look at this one. Read it carefully."

He was so serious that Ashley immediately looked.

She was shocked to see it was about fulfilling marital duties.

In fact, Ashley had noticed this clause when she first signed the agreement, but she hadn't thought deeply about it.

Ashley coughed lightly, pretending to be calm as she looked away and shoved the agreement into the drawer of her nightstand.

"I'm tired. I don't want to read anymore. I'm going to sleep," after saying this, she lay down, but Valentin grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Ashley looked at him warily.

He smiled charmingly, his seductive demeanor enveloping her, "Now you saw it. Why not fulfill our marital duties together?"

Ashley glared at him.

Still holding her wrist, he gently caressed her delicate skin. "You don't have to do anything else. Just help me dry my hair. That's not too much, right?"

Ashley felt a strange sensation on her skin where he touched.

"Why can't you do it yourself? You're too tall. It's tiring for me to keep my arms raised to dry your hair," she said, clenching her fingers and protesting.

"Then I'll sit down so it won't be tiring for you, Ashley."

Ashley was speechless. He kept staring at her as if he would continue holding her wrist unless she agreed.