A Love Trap

Seeing Ashley didn't respond, Andrew knew she was still mad at him. Quietly, he approached her and caressed her forehead.
However, Ashley still didn't take a single look back at him; instead, she fixed her eyes on her phone. Her face looked indifferent.
Andrew felt a little embarrassed and shook his head helplessly. He then turned to go upstairs.
"Miss Mu, is Mr. Lu home?" Claire poked her head out from the kitchen and asked. She heard the sound of footsteps on the
stairs.
Ashley replied, "Yes, he's home."
"Great! I'm almost finished with cooking. You should go and tell him that the dinner will be ready soon," Claire said cheerfully.
Ashley just said yes to Claire, but she still was lying on the sofa, her lips pursed.
Several minutes later, Claire carried the first dish out of the kitchen and walked past Ashley. She was surprised to see Ashley still
lying on the sofa. So she stopped and reminded her again.
Ashley didn't want to show her displeasure towards Andrew in front of Claire, so she sat up with a giggle and then rushed
upstairs. As soon as she got upstairs, she immediately slowed down, and her expression changed. She couldn't forgive Andrew
so quickly and so easily, so she had to look tough and indifferent in front of him.
Almost begrudgingly, Ashley knocked on the door and said coldly, "Andrew, dinner is ready." Hearing no answer from the inside,
she began to open the door as she repeated again, "Dinner - "
Before she could even finish her words, Ashley's face became red as she looked into the room. She immediately turned around
and almost let out a scream. With an exasperated tone, she asked, "Andrew, what are you doing?"
Andrew looked back at her with a smile. Noticing that Ashley was embarrassed, he became amused. He took his time to put on
his pants, and then he replied joyfully, "Don't you see? I am changing my clothes."
Ashley didn't turn to look back. She complained, "Can't you do that in the bathroom?"
"Does it matter? Is there any difference between those two?" Andrew suddenly felt wronged.
"Fine, come down to have dinner once you get it done!" Ashley said. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, she felt a grasp on her arm. Andrew reached out his hand to stop Ashley, and then he quickly took her by her
wrist. He said with a big smile, "I am finished. Let's go now!"

With a reluctant look, Ashley started to shake his hand off of her. However, the more she tried, the tighter Andrew held her.
"Stop it! You are hurting me!" Ashley glared at him.
Finally, Andrew loosened his grasp. At once, Ashley pulled her hand back. A red stripe showed up on Ashley's wrist. Andrew
suddenly felt sorry.
Since he took a shower just now, the light smell of the lotion remained on his body and it was now filling the air.
He donned a grey indoor suit, and he looked more handsome and taller than he really was.
"Well, Mr. Lu, Miss Mu. Here you come! The dinner -" Claire greeted with a big smile when she saw Ashley and Andrew finally
came down.
But when she wanted to say more, Andrew interrupted, "What did you call her?"
Andrew's look turned chilly. His gaze made Claire's legs turn to jelly.
Helpless and trembling, Claire shifted her eyes towards Ashley to search for help. By holding Andrew's arm, Ashley tried her best
to stop him from torturing Claire using his chilly gaze. Quickly explaining, Ashley said, "Calm down, Andrew, I asked her to call
me that. I don't like being called Mrs. Lu. That sounds too old to me."
She was afraid that Andrew might snap at Claire.
To her surprise, Andrew calmed down and diverted his gaze after Ashley explained it to him. He rustled Ashley's hair and said,
with a happy smile, "Good! As long as you are pleased with it, I will be pleased, too."
Looking at Andrew, Ashley thought to herself, 'Why does he always like to get his hands on my head lately?'
After dinner, they went outside for a walk, as a way to help digestion.
At dusk, it was not hot at all outside. The breeze was soft and cool. Both felt comfortable and were in a good mood now.
The fragrance of the flowers around filled the air.
Ashley was so enchanted by what was around her. Standing still, she slowly closed her eyes.
Andrew quietly followed behind her, trying not to break her peace.

At such a wonderful time, it was a great opportunity for a man to propose to the woman he loved.
Finally, he stood closely behind Ashley. He buried his nose into her hair, and asked, "What kind of wedding do you want?"
Coming back to her senses, Ashley was surprised. She couldn't believe what she had heard. She turned to look Andrew in the
eye.
With her eyes wide open, she said, "What? What did you say?
Wedding?"
In fact, Ashley never wished for a wedding ceremony, even if they were husband and wife to each other lawfully for they had
already got the marriage license.
However, Andrew had thought about this ever since they went to the marriage registration office that day.
Supposing that Ashley's surprise was out of over-happiness, he thought Ashley agreed, but he was still in disbelief when he
looked into her eyes.
Since he wanted to discuss more about the wedding plan, he continued, "Which kind of wedding do you prefer, eastern or
western style? Do you like it to be held by the sea or somewhere else?"
Eagerly, he awaited Ashley's answer. He had been planning about what it would look like if he decided to hold a wedding
ceremony.
To him, Ashley had occupied a very important part in his heart that he wanted to let the whole world know that he would marry
her, and that he would take her as his only wife!
Still, he wouldn't think about carrying a wedding out only by himself. He valued and wanted his wife's opinion as well.
"Well, as far as I am concerned, it's really not necessary to have a wedding ceremony," Ashley started. "I mean, we've already
got our marriage certificate, haven't we? A wedding ceremony is just a formality..." As she stated her opinions, Andrew's chilly
gaze made her unable to speak in a calm and rational way. As her courage was broken down, her voice became lower and
lower, until she couldn't even clearly hear what she was talking about.
Also, she kept her eyes on the ground to avoid Andrew's glare.

Actually, she felt guilty. It seemed that she had let down Andrew just now, the man who cared for her so dearly and cared for her
more than any man did.
Yes, she proposed to him. But when Andrew suggested a wedding ceremony to her, all she did was refuse it with all her heart.
With a wry smile, Andrew kept gazing at her. Inside his mind, though, a wave of anger was boiling. At that moment, he was
almost about to lose his mind at the sight of her silence.
'I am holding this wedding not for myself, but also for your own good!
Wedding is such an important thing that no women would refuse it. How could you not even care, even claim it is just for
formality?
Do you still not forget him? Do you still love that man, even more than me?'
Jealousy suddenly crossed his mind and occupied his chest.