Ashley was very tired so she went back to the dressing room that Meadow had taken her to. Take off her clown costume and changes back into her clothes.

Sweat stuck to her forehead, making her extremely uncomfortable. Ashley went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and bent down to wipe the sweat off her face.


A strong wind blew... Ashley's whole body stiffened as she looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the mirror. Her hands were clenched into fists, silently clenching without knowing when.

"Mr. Milan."

The man with an unchanged face stared at her.


After a while, he gently smiled: "I'm becoming more and more aware of where I am. Those who are not good people should be brought there to be taught a little. They have indeed learned a lot."

A hand gently placed on Ashley's face. His other hand covered more than half of her cheek, his thumb slowly caressed the cheekbones on her bloodless face, and the corner of his mouth said coldly: "Unfortunately it's already late. Ashley, if only you knew this principle sooner, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in today, right?"


Ashley's heart trembled... She understood what he meant.

He believes that if three years ago she was as obedient as she is now if three years ago she did not attack Gina, there would not have been the disaster of having to go to prison for three years. She is still Patterson's house's Ashley, not the pitiful woman she is today.

She understands... She understands.

Her lips trembled. 'Your teachings are right." Three years ago, Ashley would argue and complain, but now, she has spent three years learning to stay silent.

Milan looked at her impeccably dignified appearance, a fire flared up in his heart, and he couldn't even explain this fire.

His gaze became more fierce. His thoughts were chaotic, he coldly curled his lips and said: "Ashley, today you opened my eyes. You say, If I let your brother see the pitiful way you wag your tail and beg for forgiveness, will he be angry to death?"

'You can't do that.' Instinctively, Ashley wanted to open her mouth and say these words. The nails suddenly penetrated deep into her skin, and Ashley suddenly regained consciousness.

Her eyes drooped, she didn't dare look in the mirror, afraid of revealing something that would give him a clue. "Mr. Milan, I don't have a brother. I've killed people, been in prison, and now I'm just a labor reformer. How could Patterson's house have a daughter who committed murder?"

Milan never thought that Ashley could say these words, his heart pounded for a while, but suddenly he smiled and said: "Ashley, I have always underestimated you, you are so cold-blooded. No wonder that year could do such evil things."

Ashley bowed her head without hesitation, letting the other person speak cold words that pierced her heart and touched her soul.

'Cold-blooded? Aren't you forcing me? Milan.'

'But I'm also really curious, with an evil and cold-blooded heart wrapped in a body without a heart or lungs, is your body really cold? Or… hot?"

Along with the man's voice, Ashley's whole body suddenly stiffened. Behind her, a hot body suddenly pressed close to her.

Her hips tensed, Ashley trembled with fear, her eyes drooping, Milan's hand on her stomach.

The large coat had two buttons undone, and his hand slid into her shirt. Ashley continued to tremble.

Milan instinctively frowned... There was also a fur coat underneath. It was summer, so why was she wearing a fur coat?

Carrying a trace of doubt, Milan continued to dig inside the coat, lifting Ashley's fur coat.

 "Milan!" Suddenly confused, Ashley shouted without thinking.

Milan slowly narrowed his eyes, his thin lips parted, 'What are you shouting?"

Ashley's shoulders trembled. 'Mr. Milan." She could feel under the fur coat, the other hand was meticulously caressing her belly. She was startled when she felt the other hand moving towards the left side of her waist. More and more near a wound, she didn't want anyone to notice.

Ashley's heart beat faster, that hand was about to reach her waist...

"Mr. Milan." She let out a cry.

'What else do you want?" She didn't know if it was an illusion or not, but Milan's voice was filled with a bit of passion.

At this moment, Ashley's mind moved very quickly.

"Mr. Milan. Give me the money." She said, "I'm a seller of laughter. If I sell, Mr. Milan touches me, of course, you have to pay."

Hearing her exact words, Milan remembered that in room 606, right now he was embracing such a despicable woman for money, suddenly all the desires that arose in him were no longer there.

Looking at the woman in his arms, his heart became even more uncomfortable for no reason, searching for the reason why he was like that. Milan placed a strange feeling in his heart about this woman, making him depressed.

Milan immediately let go of Ashley, "Go away."

Ashley left the bathroom, not daring to stay a moment, she pulled open the dressing room door and left without looking back.


In the bathroom of the locker room, Milan's handsome face radiated a coldness that one should not approach, so cold that it could freeze one's heart.

Ashley went to Meadow, asked for a break, and then hurried back to the staff dormitory.

The person who lives with her - Giselle has not returned yet. She stood by the window, raised her head, looking out bewildered. The window opened wide, and the cold wind mixed with drizzle hit her.

She said: Tomorrow will be better.