As soon as she entered the elevator, she breathed heavily and said: 'Mr. Milan, I'm sorry, I won't be late..." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell straight to the ground.

Milan's breathing slowed down slightly, his hands were faster than his brain. He quickly reached out and hugged her tightly with both hands: "Ashley. Don't pretend to be dead." Just as he bowed his head, his long, narrow eyes suddenly opened wide. Only then did he realize that her lips were purple. His heart suddenly ached and he quickly hugged her:


'Ashley, wake up. Wake up."

Milan picked up the phone: "Where is Tyson? Has Tyson arrived yet? Tell him to hurry up to the 28th floor. Quick."

The elevator dinged, and the door opened, Milan grabbed Ashley's waist and rushed out, all the way to the bedroom, placing her on the big bed, he reached out and took off her wet clothes.


Long, slender fingers took off her clothes bit by bit, the first layer, the jacket; second tier, shirt; third floor... Forehead wrinkled, this woman wears so much in this hot weather?

His index finger stopped at the sleeve of the third layer's undershirt. He was extremely confused. Who would wear a set of long-sleeved autumn cotton underwear in hot weather under clothes?


But, he couldn't let her keep wearing wet clothes like that.

Milan moved faster, removing her wet shirt, his eyes fell on that old, conservative bra style, and finally, without hesitation, he took off the last layer of protection. In the blink of an eye, her two breasts appeared, and the man's breathing took three seconds.

Very quickly, he turned around and took out a white shirt from the closet to wear for her.

All movements are performed immediately, without any hesitation. His haste to change clothes also caused him to not notice the hidden wound on her hip.

Milan put on her shirt. Just as he reached out to take off his pants, the person on the bed suddenly kicked her leg, as if extremely scared.

Milan raised his head and swept towards the person on the bed. The person still had her eyes closed, but her pale face now showed fear and terror, as if stimulated by something.

He grabbed her hand, the other person immediately calmed down. Milan uncertainly placed his hand on the back of her pants, sure enough. A look of horror appeared in her tightly closed eyes.

Suddenly, he was caught off guard, she kicked him in the chin, his long arm stretched out, tightly embracing her ankle, only then did she stop.

The man hugged her ankle tightly, his dark eyes staring intently at her sleeping face, revealing deep thoughts... How could she be sensitive to this action, even Still scared?

During the interrogation, the person on the bed fell into a nightmare and began to speak deliriously:

'Lorne, take me, take me…"

Milan's hand almost broke her ankle, his dark eyes revealed a cold look... Calling Lorne, Lorne, Lorne is that good?

He looked intently at the person on the bed... Ashley, you're crazy, do you want Lorne to take you away? Do you want to elope with Lorne?

Dream.

'Lorne…"

The other woman was still delirious.

At this time, Milan's expression became more and more cold, gradually falling below zero. His eyes stared at the woman on the bed with tears in her eyes.

She shed tears.

Regardless of whether it was Ashley three years ago or Ashley three years later, in Milan's memory, he had never seen her shed tears for anyone.

Because of Lorne?

For some reason, when this word appeared in his mind, he had the intention to destroy Lorne, and then personally strangle this woman to death.

He looked closely at the tears in the corner of her eyes, seeing with his own eyes the tears flowing from her face to her neck, turning into a wet streak...

Eyesore.

Everything is an eyesore.

Pillows are an eyesore.

The bed sheets are an eyesore.

Her tears became even more unpleasant.

Ashley falls into a nightmare, which is an endless vicious cycle. Even though this was her nightmare, she was passionate about this dream. At least Lorne is still alive in her dream.

'Lorne…"

'Lorne?" A cold voice entered her ear, and as Ashley's breathing became labored and painful, the voice came an inch closer: 'Lorne? Open my eyes, see clearly who I am."

Today Milan said the same words twice, the bottom of his eyes seemed to turn to ice, yet she mistook him twice.

On the same day, no more than half an hour apart, she and Ashley mistook Milan for someone else, twice.

Ashley woke up from her suffocation, only to discover that the person she didn't want to meet the most, like crazy, was squeezing her throat.

His strength increased little by little, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, realizing - he, Milan, really wanted to strangle her to death.

Breathing became more and more difficult, she remembered the terrifying time half an hour before drowning, suddenly Ashley lay straight on the bed, no longer struggling.

But her expression like that stimulated the man: "Fight. Beg me. Why don't you fight? Why don't you beg me? Don't you like kneeling and begging for forgiveness?"

She should cherish her life the most, right? Why doesn't she fight? He was angry, but he didn't know why, he was angry inside, and he didn't know the reason.

Just a damned woman, with a lifeless face and a boring expression with no support.

'I said, fight. I told you to fight." Did she just want to die like that? That's not true. She cares about Lorne so much, she's willing to die and doesn't want to be weak.

 Milan didn't know he was eating Lorne's vinegar. This crazy action of his was more like a child who couldn't get his toy so he argued pointlessly. Young Master Milan is like a child arguing without reason, which is hurting the person he cares about without even realizing it.