Chapter 54: Chapter 54: Slave to Desire
Ashley Shaw went to heat a kettle of water. When the water boiled, she poured a cup and placed it on the bedside cabinet, waiting quietly for the committee member to return.
However, the downside of a cheap room was evident; it had no chair, no sofa, just a bed.
She had no choice but to sit at the edge of the bed and wait.
At that moment, her hand resting on the bed was suddenly grabbed by a large hand.
Ashley Shaw turned her head and saw Warren Prescott looking very unwell.
Instantly, alarm bells rang in her mind, and she withdrew her hand to fetch the trash can.
"Throw up here..."
She pulled Warren Prescott up, directing his head towards the trash can.
Three years as a couple, she knew too well what Warren Prescott’s expression meant was about to happen.
It was almost intuitive, her body acted without needing to think.
The conditioned reflexes of the body, how terrifying they can be.
"Ugh—"
The sound of retching came forth but nothing was vomited.
It seemed that he threw up too much at the bar, leaving his stomach empty.
Once the retching stopped, Ashley Shaw handed over the cup.
"Drink some water."
But Warren Prescott fell back into a deep slumber.
He was truly heavily intoxicated.
She sighed and put the trash can back in its place, turned Warren Prescott’s body to lie on his side.
During this time, she noticed Warren Prescott’s injuries were full of cuts big and small.
Especially his right hand, cut by glass shards, leaving quite a deep wound that was still bleeding.
Probably a result of a fight.
"Warren Prescott..."
Ashley Shaw reached out and patted his face.
No response.
"I’m going to buy some medicine, I’ll be back in a bit."
Even though she knew he couldn’t hear, she said it before taking her room card and heading downstairs.
When entering the hotel, she had noticed a 24-hour pharmacy next door.
She walked in, carrying the scent of alcohol from Warren Prescott.
The clerk threw over a box of Durex and a box of Levonorgestrel.
One for before, one for after, double insurance.
Ashley Shaw’s face flushed.
"No, I’m not looking for these..."
The clerk directly tossed out a bottle of lubricant.
Ashley Shaw felt even more embarrassed.
"My friend is injured, bleeding, can I get something for wound treatment?"
Now it was the clerk’s turn to feel awkward.
"Sorry, I assumed at this hour, customers came to buy..."
"It’s fine," Ashley Shaw interrupted, "I also need hangover medicine."
"Oh, okay."
The clerk swiftly packed a bunch of items, including bandages, Yunnan Baiyao, Iodophor, wound stickers, and a bottle of hangover remedy.
"After taking the hangover remedy, it’s recommended to drink half a cup of water."
"Got it, thank you."
Ashley Shaw paid and went to leave, then turned back.
"Can you give me a receipt?"
She had worked hard enough, couldn’t buy the medicine for nothing.
All these things were quite expensive, costing over a hundred.
After getting the receipt, Ashley Shaw quickly returned to the hotel room.
Passing by a room, she heard a somewhat familiar female voice coming from within.
But she didn’t think much of it, quickly swiping her card to enter the room.
Inside, she found Warren Prescott had somehow fallen to the floor.
"Warren Prescott!"
Ashley Shaw hurried over, knelt beside Warren Prescott, instinctively reached out to check his breathing.
But in the next second, her hand was grasped by Warren Prescott as he leaned forward.
The movement was too sudden for Ashley Shaw to react, pulled onto him, her head burying in his collarbone.
Unfortunately, her leg pressed where it shouldn’t.
Perhaps due to over-drinking, she clearly felt some change in Warren Prescott.
In her previous life, though she never had Warren Prescott’s love, the matters between husband and wife were frequent.
Mostly when Warren Prescott was drunk.
So she was all too familiar with this change.
Ashley Shaw’s face turned red instantly.
But it wasn’t from embarrassment, but anger.
Men really are such beasts, without even opening his eyes, without knowing who was on him, he could have a reaction.
Disgusting!
Was he not afraid that the one on him was a pig?
Ashley Shaw got angry, planning to slap Warren Prescott while he was drunk and unaware, but before she could rise, his hands tightly hugged her waist.
Again mistaking her for Rosalind Lynch?
If he liked her so much, why aim at her family’s business?
If they want to play cruel love, she had no time to accompany them.
Insane!
Ashley Shaw twisted, trying to pry open Warren Prescott’s hand, but then heard him speak with near sorrow—
"Ashley Shaw, I’m sorry..."
Ashley Shaw froze, raised her head to gaze at the close person.
Even drunk, even in such a sorry state, the man in front of her had a face full of regret and sadness.
Ashley Shaw’s heart ached slightly.
She was sure now, Warren Prescott’s recent kindness towards her was genuine, not calculating.
He truly felt very guilty towards her.
But it lasted only a moment, Ashley Shaw returned to her expressionless face.
Sorry won’t fill her stomach.
She didn’t need Warren Prescott’s guilt.
No matter how guilty he felt, her child wouldn’t come back, her wounds wouldn’t lessen one bit.
Ashley Shaw pried open Warren Prescott’s embrace, for a moment wanting to leave.
But the guy seemed like an abandoned puppy.
Pitifully, it was hard to leave him behind.
Ashley Shaw closed her eyes.
She couldn’t overcome her conscience.
Forget it, one last time, help him just one last time.
Since she was already here, she might as well do a good deed, as the committee member should be back soon.
Ashley Shaw moved to the top of Warren Prescott’s head, grabbed his arms, painstakingly dragged him bit by bit to the bed.
Warren Prescott seemed thin, but was actually quite solid.
All solid muscle, really heavy.
Especially when the other party was totally unaware, making no effort, his body even heavier.
It took a good ten-plus minutes for Ashley Shaw to drag him back to the bed.
She was already drenched in sweat.
But this was not enough, she still had to help with the medication.
Ashley Shaw grabbed his hand, venting her exhaustion by not choosing Iodophor, but using alcohol for disinfection.
Alcohol on a wound stings, Warren Prescott’s hand instinctively flinched.
Ashley Shaw felt much better.
After medication and bandage, Ashley Shaw glanced at her phone; there were still twenty minutes until the committee member’s promised time.
Ashley Shaw simply sat on the floor to wait.
But before she knew it, sleepiness and fatigue wrapped around her, and she slowly fell asleep.
The phone rang dingly and dongly, but Ashley Shaw did not hear it.
The screen displayed the words "Committee Member" lighting and dimming until it finally went completely dark.
She slept through the night until the next morning.
Ashley Shaw was woken by a call from Ariana Grant.
Groggily, she opened her eyes, the view was still yesterday’s surroundings.
Ashley Shaw was startled.
She actually fell asleep!
The committee member, did they not come?