Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Why Are You So Annoying
Thinking of this, Ashley Shaw took the initiative to break the silence: "I’ll go down and pay the bill first."
After speaking, she waited for Warren Prescott to say something to ease her mind about going down to pay the bill.
Yet, Warren remained silent, merely staring at her intently.
The air seemed to freeze, making it difficult to breathe.
This silence made Ashley feel awkward, unsure of how to deal with the situation.
Was he drunk? Or did he not hear what she just said?
Forget it, she might as well go down and settle the bill.
"Then I’ll go down first."
As she spoke, just about to leave, Warren suddenly started walking towards her.
The dim light in the private room cast a shadow as Warren’s tall figure approached.
The long shadow quickly engulfed her.
Step by step, Warren walked towards her, the fire in his eyes burning even more fiercely.
Ashley was intimidated by the cold yet scorching aura emanating from him, unconsciously stepping back a few paces.
"You..."
As soon as she uttered a word, she found herself with no way to retreat, her back against the wall.
She instinctively glanced back, and when she turned her head again, Warren was already in front of her.
He suddenly reached out his hand towards her.
Ashley instinctively flinched, closing her eyes.
She thought she was about to be slapped by Warren, but he merely placed his hand against the wall behind her, trapping her between him and the wall.
This feeling of being confined was extremely unpleasant.
Her face fell as she asked, "What do you want?"
Warren’s deep voice, tinged with displeasure, rang out.
"Ashley Shaw, are you in such a hurry to repay the favor you owe me?"
As he spoke, his breath landed on her face, tickling her with a burning heat.
His masculine presence made her flustered.
Ashley’s heartbeat raced uncontrollably, her body trembling slightly.
"I don’t understand what you mean. I’m just doing as you said, and I agreed to treat beforehand. I don’t understand why you’re upset..."
She tried to speak calmly, to talk it over with him, but Warren gave her no chance.
His gaze was sharp as a hawk’s, his tone interrogative: "What exactly are you dissatisfied with? I’ve already apologized for what I should have apologized for. Indeed, the past was my fault, but the past can’t be changed. I’m trying to make up for it, yet why... don’t you give me any chance? Even in a death sentence, reasons should be listed out, right?"
Ashley was stunned.
What did he mean by that?
A confession?
It couldn’t be! Who confesses while talking about a death sentence?
An apology?
But who apologizes with eyes that seem cold enough to freeze someone?
Ashley didn’t know what to say and just said, "Let me go first..."
However, Warren’s expression became even darker.
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her into him, gritting his teeth as he said, "Answer me!"
Ashley jumped in fright.
Now, her chest was already pressed against his. Through the thin fabric, she could feel the scorching heat from his body.
She instinctively wanted to break free from Warren’s grip, but the difference in strength between a man and a woman was too great; she couldn’t break free at all.
She could only lift her head, facing his eyes, which were so close.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I’m asking you..."
"Bang——"
The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open by a waiter.
Warren frowned slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over.
The waiter quickly apologized, "Sorry, I thought there was no one in the room..."
"Get out now!"
"Yes, yes..."
Ashley took the opportunity to crouch down and escape Warren’s confinement.
"I’ll go down and pay the bill!"
She tried to pull her hand back, but Warren’s grip was frighteningly strong.
"I’ll pay the bill..." Ashley’s tone had a pleading note.
Warren gave her a deep look, feeling utterly powerless inside.
In the next second, he released her hand.
Ashley breathed a sigh of relief, quickly running out.
However, when she reached the reception downstairs.
When the receptionist handed over a long bill, Ashley realized Grandpa Prescott’s two million still hadn’t been transferred.
And the bill showed three million and fifty thousand.
She didn’t have that much money on her.
Even if she maxed out her credit card, it wouldn’t cover it.
What should she do?
Ashley stood there, her cheeks slowly reddening.
The reception manager knew she had come with Warren, so he didn’t think Ashley was frozen because she had no money, just that she didn’t have enough cash.
The manager smiled and produced a card reader, reminding her, "You can use a card, miss."
Ashley’s expression became stiffer, internally feeling extremely awkward.
"I’m sorry, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Warren had somehow already stood beside her through her peripheral vision.
"Hello, Mr. Warren," the reception manager greeted warmly.
Warren nodded expressionlessly in response.
His gaze fell on Ashley.
"No money to pay the bill?"
"No... you can leave first, I want to call a friend," Ashley said with a smile, but she knew her smile was probably more unsightly than crying.
Warren raised an eyebrow slightly, "Okay, go make your call."
Yet he showed no intention of leaving first.
Ashley had no choice but to brace herself, holding her phone as she walked away.
She quickly dialed Elder Prescott’s number, but no one answered for a long time.
She made two consecutive calls, both unanswered.
Grandpa Prescott might have fallen asleep?
Elderly people tend to be forgetful, and with his health not being great, it was understandable if he forgot and fell asleep.
Ashley sweat profusely in an instant.
What should she do now?
After thinking it over, Ashley could only scroll through her contacts.
Her finger hovered over Claire Xavier’s name in her contact list.
She could only turn to Ms. Grant.
Even though she really didn’t want to trouble Ms. Grant, she had no other friend to borrow so much money from at the moment.
Ashley gritted her teeth, about to make the call when the phone in her hand was suddenly snatched away.
She instinctively looked in front of her and saw Warren’s face, as cold as ever, capable of freezing someone.
"Claire Xavier?" Warren glanced at the contact list while holding the phone: "Are you planning to borrow money from her?"
"Give it back!"
Ashley was both embarrassed and ashamed, with a heavy dose of frustration.
Frantically, she reached out to snatch it back, but Warren effortlessly lifted the hand holding the phone, dodging her attempt easily.
He was too tall.
Jumping to grab it was futile.
She was furious enough to grind her teeth.
Why was this man so annoying?
"Give it back!"
Warren still held the phone high, his voice carrying a hint of teasing.
"How much is left to pay the bill? It’s more convenient to borrow from me than her."
"There’s no need!"
"Why not? What’s the difference between my money and her money?"
Ashley tried hard to suppress her embarrassment, speaking as calmly as possible: "I invited you to drink today, so I can’t use your money. Please give me back my phone."