Got On His Love Pirate Ship

I have accepted the offer from Parsons School of Design, and I will be going there early in the new year. However, I haven’t told anyone, whether it’s my family or my school.

In fact, my mentor had advised me to study abroad long ago, and at that time, I told her that there were still some things to take care of in my home country.

She asked me, “Is there anything more important than going to Parsons?”

At that time, I firmly replied, “Yes, he is more important than anything else.”

I deliberately chose a time when Ashburn was at work to return home. However, when I opened the door, I saw him sitting in the corridor, looking up at me as I entered.

I was stunned, unsure of what expression to make. I just sat next to him, pretending to casually change my slippers.

“Hi, Ashy.”

“Umm.”

Other than these two words, we didn’t speak again.

I couldn’t stand the silence, so I stood up and walked towards the second floor.

But Ashburn grabbed my wrist, lowered his head, and didn’t look at me.

“Ashy, what’s wrong?”

He still didn’t say anything, but after a long time, he finally let go of my wrist.

Only when I walked far away did I hear a faint voice behind me.

“I want to be with you.”

I knew he figured out that I deliberately timed my return home, and I knew he intentionally waited for me here.

But since he didn’t say it, I pretended not to understand.

Just like he didn’t say he loved me, and I pretended not to know.

Or that he didn’t say he chose Sophia just because she resembled me to some extent, and I also pretended not to know.

Looking at the bear placed in the center of the bedroom, I collapsed to the ground a feeble heap.

“Bear, I don’t want to like him anymore.”

At the dinner table, my parents talked about Sophia, saying they didn’t mind her being an actress and asked Ashburn to bring her home for them to meet.

Ashburn remained silent for a while before saying, “If there’s a chance.”

If there’s a chance, I think I don’t want to love Ashburn anymore.

Ashburn drove me back to the apartment, but I didn’t sit in the passenger seat as usual.

“Come here.”

I shook my head and didn’t move.

“Come here.”

He said it again, and I could sense him suppressing his temper.

But I also had a temper. I didn’t want to go, just didn’t want to go, and no one could force me.

Seeing that I didn’t move, Ashburn got out of the car, opened the back door, and tried to pull me into the passenger seat.

He pulled me so hard that it hurt, and tears and anger erupted in an instant.

But I was still afraid my parents would hear, so I asked him softly:

“Why do you want me to come over? Do you want to treat me like her? Just like what was captured on camera?”

I looked into Ashburn’s eyes, seeking an answer from within.

He suddenly let go of my hand, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.