With Camryn's help, I learned that my name was Ashley Pollard, my parents had passed away early, leaving behind a large fortune. I had a brother, with whom I had a strained relationship, managing the family business overseas. My daily life consisted of extravagant spending, eating up the inheritance.
"So, what should I do for work?" I asked.
Camryn glanced at me with a half-smile. "Work? Ashley, who would dare hire you?"
I widened my eyes. "So, I'm just a full-time housewife then?"
After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed, imagining a plot where Camryn became possessive and didn't allow me to go out to work, so I could only wait at home for him like a drama.
"Wow, you love me so much that you don't even want me to work. But don't worry, husband, even if I do work, I won't be flirting with anyone. I'll always love you the most."
Camryn seemed speechless, his face showing a complicated expression. "What's going on in your head, Ashley?"
"Thinking about you," I blurted out.
Camryn's expression turned even more unreadable.
He dropped me off at my apartment, but I couldn't even remember the passcode.
"Where's the fingerprint scan, the face recognition?"
To my surprise, the house only had a password lock. There were no fingerprints or facial data recorded. Camryn stared at me, looking both shocked and helpless, before finally letting out a sigh.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I only had my phone on me—no ID. Camryn told me I was living alone, and I guessed that we must have been living apart for quite some time.
I couldn't help but wonder what my past self was thinking—why would I leave such a handsome husband and live alone in such a large apartment? How cold and lonely it must have been.
I tugged at his sleeve. "Husband, can we go back to your place? I mean, our home... I don't want to live alone anymore."
Camryn looked at me, his gaze filled with a complexity I couldn't quite understand.
He stayed silent for a long while, and just when I thought he would take me to a hotel, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, as though he had made a decision. "Ashley Pollard, you're the one who said this."
"Don't regret it later."
I smiled widely and wrapped my arms around Camryn's neck, acting cute. "You'll take me home, right? Husband, I'm sorry, I won't make you angry again, please don't leave me."
A strong arm wrapped around my waist. Camryn's warm breath was almost aggressive as he tightened his hold. "Mm, you can't leave me either."
"I won't." I thought he was still angry, so I obediently kissed his face.
Camryn asked quietly, "What if you make me angry again?"
I blinked and, feeling a little embarrassed, buried my face in his shoulder, whispering, "Then... you can lock me up, do this and that."
As a married couple, fighting at the head of the bed and making up at the foot of it—that's how it should be. How could we live apart?
Where there is love, there is love. Where there is hatred, there is hatred.
That's the foundation for a long-lasting relationship.
Camryn chuckled, his chest vibrating with a deep, low sound. "Alright, as you say."
"Just don't cry when it happens."
I felt proud, thinking I had saved my shaky marriage with my handsome husband. Little did I know, Camryn Stuart was holding me, his gaze heavy and unreadable.
