Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Messing with Him?
Ariana Grant was just carrying Ashley Shaw’s air conditioner blanket out of the bedroom to sunbathe it. Hearing this, she quickly tossed the blanket onto the sofa and walked briskly to Ashley Shaw.
"What, what? Did you soften up and buy me instant noodle clay pot? I knew there would be a merciful god this summer."
Ashley Shaw smiled helplessly.
"Besides eating, what else do you know?"
"I also know how to play games! I’m really good at gaming! If you weren’t studying medicine, I might have gone for a computer science major."
"Fun fact, computer science majors don’t study gaming."
"Not gonna argue with you, my clumsy mouth can’t win against yours anyway. I’m going to eat my instant noodle clay pot!"
Ariana Grant happily went to unpack the takeout box.
But when she opened the box, it was handmade noodles.
Her expression froze, and she went to open another takeout box.
It was handmade noodles again.
Ariana Grant made a face like she was about to cry, just about to complain that Ashley Shaw was messing with her, when Ashley Shaw spread out a piece of paper in front of her.
"Stop fussing, the surprise is here."
Ariana Grant looked curiously and saw the autograph of The Wolves.
Immediately, she jumped three feet high.
Ashley Shaw said in surprise, "Wow, I didn’t know chubby people could jump that high!"
Ariana Grant glared at her in mock anger.
"You’re the chubby one! I’m just not obviously skinny. But, where did you get The Wolves’ autograph? Is this real?"
"Of course it’s real. They came to the store today to buy bread, and I remembered you liked The Wolves, so I asked him to write a personalized autograph for you." Ashley Shaw knew Ariana Grant would ask where the autograph came from, so she explained first.
Ariana Grant was genuinely overjoyed.
"Ashley, you do care about me. When you mentioned handmade noodles, I thought you didn’t love me anymore!"
"Don’t gross me out, I still have to eat." Ashley Shaw tore open the packaging of the chopsticks, pulled out a chair for herself, and started eating.
She’d been busy all morning, her stomach was already starting to protest.
But foodie Ariana Grant was unusually uninterested in food, happily snapping photos of the personalized autograph to show off on social media.
Ashley Shaw couldn’t be bothered to stop her and focused on eating her takeout.
Suddenly, Ariana Grant’s phone dinged.
She instinctively looked over and saw a message from someone saved as "Lia" on her phone.
"Where did you get this autograph?"
Ashley Shaw didn’t have the habit of snooping on others’ conversations, so she quickly looked away and continued eating.
When she finished eating, she noticed Ariana Grant was still chatting.
"Stop chatting, eat first, it’ll be unappetizing when it gets cold."
"Okay, got it."
Ariana Grant nodded, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat the noodles.
Ashley Shaw stood up, picked up her blanket from the sofa, and said, "I’ll sunbathe it tomorrow, I’m going to take a nap."
Ariana Grant looked at her, "Aren’t you afraid of getting fat, sleeping right after eating?"
Ashley Shaw stretched lazily, "I woke up at six, I’m really exhausted, and I could use a couple more pounds with my weight."
Ariana Grant reacted as if she wanted to kill someone.
"Get out of here!"
Ashley Shaw laughed and carried the blanket into her room.
She ended up sleeping until three in the afternoon.
The sound of the WeChat ringtone woke her up.
Ashley Shaw rubbed her eyes, still a bit groggy, but when she saw the caller ID, her drowsiness vanished instantly.
Warren Prescott!
It’s three o’clock!
Ashley Shaw hurriedly lifted the blanket, grabbing clothes from the closet with one hand while answering the phone and pressing the speakerphone button.
"Hello?"
Warren Prescott’s deep voice came from the phone: "Come out, I’m at the shop entrance."
Ashley Shaw’s body stiffened, and the clothes in her hand fell to the floor.
She forgot to tell Warren Prescott that she wasn’t working this afternoon!
Ashley Shaw scrambled to find her voice and awkwardly said, "Um... I’m at home right now, not at the shop."
The other side was silent for a few seconds before the voice spoke again.
"Ashley Shaw, I just helped you yesterday."
Just saved him yesterday and messing with him today?
Does she really dislike him that much?
Ashley Shaw knew he was angry and swiftly apologized with sincerity.
"I’m sorry, I really just got confused, forgot to tell you. Please, think of it as me being out of my mind. I’m truly sorry. How about this, I’ll take a cab to you, just stay put and wait for me. I’ll be there in about... thirty minutes."
Knowing she was in the wrong, Ashley Shaw dared not keep Warren Prescott waiting and volunteered to go find him.
"I’m coming over now."
Warren Prescott, however, didn’t bother with extra words and hung up immediately.
Ashley Shaw looked at the darkened screen and lightly knocked her head.
This brain really isn’t working!
She quickly changed into a dress and casually combed her hair before running to the living room to greet Ariana Grant.
"Ariana, I need to go out for a bit, I’ll be back before six."
"What? Where are you going?"
"An old friend, Leo, is about to return home. I’m going with friends to pick out a gift for him."
"Can’t it be another day?"
"That friend has a bad temper, but you’re gracious, let this one slide, okay?"
"Does that mean only crying babies get the milk?"
"You got it backward."
"I did it on purpose. You go, but be quick! And you must bring me back something to eat, or I’ll cry!"
"Alright! Muah!"
Ashley Shaw blew Ariana Grant a kiss and hurried downstairs.
Not long after she got downstairs, Warren Prescott’s car drove over.
This time, it wasn’t a Bentley but a Panamera, with a license plate full of repeating sixes, looking quite pretentious.
Seeing the car, Ashley Shaw knew it must be Warren Prescott driving himself.
As she approached, she caught a glimpse of Warren Prescott’s ice-cold face through the car window.
Even through the car window, she could feel the chill inside the car.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen Warren Prescott this upset in a long time, and it kind of made her wonder.
Wait, could she have a masochistic streak?
Ashley Shaw patted her cheeks, shaking off the thought, and mustered up her energy, opening the passenger door to get in.
Knowing it was her mistake, she apologized as soon as she got into Warren Prescott’s car.
"I’m really sorry, terribly sorry. I thought I’d nap just a little after eating and then head to the shop to wait for you, but I overslept. I’m really sorry..."
"Hold on tight."
Warren Prescott only said this, and as soon as he finished, he stepped on the gas.
Ashley Shaw hadn’t even settled in when her body was abruptly thrown back, her spine striking the car seat, hurting intensely.
She gasped, only to find the car speeding up.
Her gut told her something was wrong, so she quickly fastened her seatbelt and tightly clutched the handle above the car door with her right hand.
Experience showed that her instincts were correct; the car sped even faster after leaving the complex, weaving recklessly through the congested traffic.
Approaching a traffic light, it was already yellow, and cars from both sides were starting to move.
Warren Prescott didn’t blink as he pressed heavily on the accelerator.