[Sweetheart, long time no see.]
Ashley saw this message and frowned, feeling neither flattered nor disturbed by being called "Sweetheart", just a sense of headache and fatigue.
The message had no contact name attached. It was from an unknown number.
But Ashley knew who sent it.
No one would call her that except that jerk, Andrew Banks.
Ashley was going to ignore it, pretend she hadn't seen it.
She thought about blocking the number but then realized it would be pointless. Even if she blocked this jerk, he always found a way to contact her.
After pondering for a moment, Ashley decided to cut the knot and once again bring up the fact that she was married.
She typed indifferently: [I'm married, Andrew.]
Andrew replied quickly: [Hey, sweetheart. You finally decide to talk to me?]
Ashley was speechless. That wasn't the point at all.
Frustrated, Ashley typed fiercely: [I said I'm already married!]
Andrew didn't seem surprised, replying calmly: [I know, with Valentin.]
Ashley was startled. [You've been investigating me?]
Her marriage to Valentin was a secret, not announced to the public. Ordinary people wouldn't know about her marriage to Valentin unless they investigated.
'This jerk! What have you uncovered about me?'
Seeming to know what she was thinking, Andrew said: [Are you cursing me?]
Ashley fell silent.
The message came through again: [Keep it up. I kind of like it when you curse me.]
Ashley was utterly speechless. 'You're crazy! Just as sick as before!'
Ashley typed furiously: [I'm already married, so stop calling me sweetheart and don't bother me anymore!]
Andrew replied nonchalantly: [So what if you're married? I don't mind being the other man.]
Ashley was frustrated. "Screw you! You nutcase! Who wants you to be the other man?"
Ashley had never encountered such a request. She took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to swear, regretting that she had even responded to him earlier.
She was now full of regret.
While Ashley was annoyed, her phone chimed again with a new message.
Ashley thought it was Andrew again and looked over with irritation, only to find it was from Valentin.
Her irritation instantly subsided.
Valentin asked: [Landed yet?]
Ashley typed back joyfully: [Just did, heading to the hotel now.]
Valentin replied: [Text me when you get to the hotel.]
[Sure, will do.]
Just as she sent this message, Bryce squinted and asked, "Ashley, who are you chatting with? You've been holding the phone since you got off the plane."
Ashley was so used to retort with him and said, "Someone cares about me, unlike you. No messages. Must be lonely, huh?"
Bryce, not to be outdone, smirked wildly. "Who says I don't have any!"
Ashley raised an eyebrow, gossiping. "Is it that Ms. Walsh? What's going on between you two?"
Bryce's face stiffened at this, glaring back with annoyance, clearly not wanting to mention Brittany. He said sternly, "Ashley, stop gossiping."
They came to Manditus for a perfume advertisement shoot, including both Ashley and Bryce as the endorsers and Laura, their agent, along with some bodyguards and assistants from their team.
The perfume brand had arranged their hotel in advance and even sent someone to pick them up from the airport.
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