Exclusive Memory

After Dylan returned to his room and took a shower to calm himself down, he was more and more frightened when he recalled
the photo in Flora's hand. Once Flora gave the pictures to Jasper, there would be no way back. He had to speed up the process
and confirm the relationship with Ashley as soon as possible.
The next morning, when Ashley went downstairs, Bradley stopped her. "Miss Ashley, you have got up."
"Good morning, uncle Bradley."
"When Mr. Jasper went to work this morning, he asked me to let you see the news on the Internet and then go to the company.
He has something to discuss with you."
The news? She had been in peace for only a short time. Was there something wrong again? Did Sheila do it?
The phone was put upstairs. Ashley was going to go back to her room to have a rest after breakfast, so she put the phone in the
room. Hearing that, she didn't care about the breakfast but went upstairs.
When Abbott got out of the kitchen, he shouted loudly, "Ashley, aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"I'll eat later, uncle Abbott. I have something to deal with."
Back in her room, Ashley took her mobile phone from the bedside table and clicked on Microblog. Unexpectedly, she saw
countless private messages. More than a few reposted comments were refreshed, and the comments were nothing but curses.
They were all saying that she didn't deserve Dylan.
They seemed to be fans of Dylan. After checking the hot search list on Microblog again, she found that the names of the two
people who ranked first were indeed Dylan and her. The top search was that she went to the visit the crew the day before
yesterday, and she had dinner with Dylan. Apart from this, news for Christmas, Dylan's public display of affection, the photos of
them filming and interaction's Microblog, and so on, were all mentioned again.
Generally speaking, news about Dylan would be filtered by the media, and the media would do HanFu Film a favor. If something
went wrong, the media would first tell Dylan's team about it. And if they were willing to pay some money to suppress it, the news
wouldn't be reported.
According to this logic, this matter happened suddenly and this thing seemed to be out of control.

The first thought that came to Ashley's mind was that it was Dylan who did it behind her back, but she denied it immediately. She
didn't believe that Dylan would put it on her. Ashley wanted to call Dylan to ask him, but looking at his phone number, thinking of
the confession that day, her intention to ask was slowly fading.
She still didn't know how to face him.
When Ashley arrived at the company, the secretary was still warm-hearted as usual. "Miss Ashley, you are here. The boss has
told me that you can go straight in since you are here. What would you like to drink, Miss Ashley? I'll go to the kitchen to prepare
it for you."
She wasn't here to relax, but to listen to teachings. How could she have any mood to drink anything today? "I won't trouble you.
Please give me an ordinary tea. Thank you."
The secretary thought Ashley was in a bad mood today, so she didn't ask more and went to the kitchen with a simple reply.
Ashley knocked on the door. After hearing "come in" from inside, she opened the door and entered the office of Jasper.
When she came in, Jasper was sitting on his chair with a pen in his hand. The papers on the table were neatly placed in order.
He was looking at the piles of papers, no one knew what he was thinking. She walked over and took a seat opposite Jasper,
"Boss, I saw the news this morning."
At last, Jasper looked at her with an indifferent, calm expression, which was the usual expression of the higher level. "I have told
you early that the company doesn't ban stars from their private affairs. But if there was any problem, you needed to communicate
with the company in advance so that the company could deal with it if anything went wrong. So now you and Dylan hit the
headlines again and again, and the news is still so popular. What's going on?"
"Mr. Jasper, I just take Dylan as my good friend." Ashley lowered her head.
"What about Dylan's attitude?"
The confession of Dylan's love for her was still ringing in her ears, which clearly reminded her of how much Dylan loved her. She
and Jasper had just had a fight, and their problem hadn't been solved yet. Should she tell Jasper the truth?
"So, maybe Dylan has other feelings for you?" The woman kept silent for a while. Finally, Jasper realized that she had fallen in
love with Dylan.
Before she even had a chance to lie, Jasper had exposed her... "Right, on the night of my visit, Dylan confessed to me."

Jasper's hand holding the pen tightened.
"What did you say?"
"I said I don't want to fall in love now."
Although she said so, it seemed that she was making a difficult choice.
A sense of agitation overwhelmed Jasper again. At that moment, Jasper even felt that he could no longer face Ashley. What he
was thinking about most now was how to escape from this woman. He didn't want to see her again. Because every time he saw
her, he would lose control of himself.
"We can't let it go like this. We need to give an explanation to the public as soon as possible. You have already been exposed.
You don't need to hype by such things. If you and Dylan are really just friends, I will have someone communicate with his agent
and you can make a statement to clarify everything."
Biting her lower lip, Ashley was a little hesitant. After all, Dylan treated her sincerely. If she skipped Dylan and had a
communication with Dylan's agent, it would be like indirectly telling Dylan that she didn't want to have any connection with him
any more. Ashley felt this was even more hurtful than directly refusing.
"Mr. Jasper, I'll talk to Dylan about this in person."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Just deal with it as you just said. I'll tell Brother Dylan that he will cooperate."
After thinking for a while, Jasper chose to believe Ashley once again. "Okay, I hope you will keep your word."
In the suburban film and Television City, Dylan thought that Ashley would contact him, but he didn't expect that she would come
so soon, and she had come to the film set herself.
At lunch time, Dylan reluctantly took a bite of some hard rice, looking at the three dishes and one soup in front of him with no
appetite. His agent, Helen, came to the door and said, "Ashley, you are here to see Dylan, aren't you?"
Dylan raised his head and saw a side figure in a black down jacket. "Yeah. I heard from the staff that you are here, so I came."
"Dylan is having meal inside. How about I bring you something to eat?" Said Helen.

"Thank you. I haven't eaten yet."
"Don't worry. You should go inside and have a rest since you are injured."
Then the person in a black down jacket came in. Dylan raised his head and ran into the woman's white face. His heart began to
beat faster in an instant, and his brain seemed to rust. He looked at Ashley in a daze, not knowing how to react.
At the same time, Ashley was a little embarrassed. Although she had worked out psychological construction for a long time
before she came here, but when she did see Dylan, all the psychological construction seemed to be invalid. She smiled a little
awkwardly. "Hi, Dylan."
The word Dylan brought his soul back.
"Is your face injected with hyaluronic acid? Why do you laugh so awkward?"
Ashley was embarrassed at first, but when she heard what Dylan said, her face darkened. It was nice of her didn't fight back, let
alone felt embarrassed. She gave Dylan a disdainful look and answered with resentment, "No!"
"Come over and sit there. What are you doing there? Be the door god?"
The estrangement between them suddenly disappeared, and now they were back to the state of confrontation. Ashley wasn't
embarrassed any more, walked over and sat on the seat beside Dylan. "Have you seen it on the hot list of us?"
"Yes, I did." Dylan had a better appetite. He took a sip of mustard blue and said casually.
Ashley no longer treated Dylan as her pursuer, but a talkative friend. "Don't you think things are getting weirder and weirder?"
She asked.
"No, I didn't."
"How can it be?" Ashley thought that Dylan was kind of stupid, "In the past, most of the news between us was shared by
netizens. And the media never made a sound, gradually no one talked about it. But this time, not only netizens are excitedly
talking about it, but also the media is indulging in it, as if it has been well planned."
"Really?" Dylan seemed not to care it at all while eating.

"Meal is ready." Before Ashley's temper out of control, Helen came from the door cleverly, with three dishes and one soup in her
hands.
The steaming dishes made them look warm. Smelling the aroma of food, Ashley said, "Thank you, Helen. Please close the door
for me. I have something to talk with Dylan."
Dylan stopped eating and Helen turned to look at Dylan.
"What's wrong, Ashley? You want to be with Dylan alone? Aren't you afraid of gossip?" Turning his eyes to the direction of
Ashley, Dylan said flirtatiously.
"Be serious. I'm really serious right now!"
Dylan pursed his lips and said, "Helen, go out and close the door. Don't let others get close."
"Okay." Helen left the room and closed the door.
There were only the two of them in the antique bedroom. The bolder Dylan was, the more restrained Ashley was. Before she
could make any response, the man put his arm around her waist and said affectionately, "My little beauty, I have been missing
you so much. Kiss me now!"
While saying that, he moved his oily mouth close to her. Being flirted by such a handsome face, she couldn't help but hit it, "Are
you insane? Let's get down to business!"
Being pushed back by the beauty, Dylan finally calmed down and said, "Okay. What do you want to say?"
"The scandal this time is shocking. How about we make an announcement on the Microblog?"
"No way." Dylan refused bluntly.