Chapter 1090
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
He nodded and then cast me an intense gaze. âWeâll organize our very own wedding as soon as Nick is
done with his. Howâs that?â
He had me flabbergasted. âOur wedding? Didnât we have one already? Itâs so troublesome to do it all
over again. Itâs better the channel the energy to plan for a trip when the weather gets better soon. Itâs
been ages since I traveled.â
He laughed. âWeâll surely go traveling, but only after our wedding.â
Squinting my eyes, I hugged him. âLetâs think about that in the near future. Any ceremony that we hold
right now is considered our anniversary celebration.â
Chilling with him on the bed made me feel sleepy. At that thought, I checked the time and realized that
it was already noon. Lifting my head, I asked, âAre you hungry?â
Arching his brows, he responded with more questions, âWhat about you? Are you hungry?â
I admitted, âQuite. But, we donât have that many groceries at home, and the helper isnât around. What
shall we have for lunch?â
After pondering for a while, I suggested, âWhy donât we eat at Aunt Sallyâs? Apparently, sheâs bought a
new place in the city, and itâs quite near to K University. We can visit the university library thereafter and
spend some time reading. How does that sound?â
He brushed his finger lightly on my nose and replied affectionately, âSounds like a plan.â
I sat on the bed briefly to clear my mind. After showering and getting dressed, Ashton walked out from
the walk-in closet.
He saw me and asked, âAre you still sleepy?â
I shook my head. âNot anymore. Any reason why youâre not wearing your black jacket anymore?â I was
surprised to see him wearing something that was not black. His first?
He carried me up and lugged me around his waist, then placed me on the bathroom countertop. With a
smile, he handed over the toothbrush to me, with the toothpaste squeezed in advance. âDonât you like
seeing me wearing other colors?â
In a muffled voice, I explained, âItâs not that. Itâs refreshing to see you in other colors. You look so
handsome that Iâm falling head over heels for you. Iâll doll up just to match you when we go out.â
Hugging me, he stared at my reflection in the mirror. âYouâre dressing up because youâre going to the
university!â
I giggled. âThatâs one of the reasons. However, my first priority is to look good for you.â After gargling, I
struggled to get off him. He obliged and sat me on the toilet seat.
Frowning, I asked, âHey, Iâm not done.â
His gaze fell on my feet, then he reminded, âThe floor is cold. Donât walk around barefooted. Iâll bring
you your slippers. Stay here.â
After a while, he came back with a pair of slippers and put them on for me. Pecking my cheek, he said,
âIâll go make some breakfast. Come down when youâre ready.â
I nodded and continued washing up.
After I had freshened up, I searched high and low in the walk-in closet and found a lovely pink dress for
the occasion. I wondered where Ashton got it from since it had just been newly released by a famous
brand early this year. The style was quite ladylike, different from my regular picks. Wearing it to see
Sally would be like a breath of fresh air.
After getting dressed, I put on some make-up and blow-dried my hair. It had been a long time since I
glammed up, and my hair had grown to reach my waist. Sitting at my dressing table, I simpered as I
was quite pleased with my hairdo.
Frankly speaking, I didnât remember losing any hair. It was still as dark and thick as ever. My skin and
smile looked brighter, and in fact, I appeared more relaxed than before.
I had heard from some elderly people that when a couple became more charming, it was a sign that
they were getting more compatible, and things would only get better.
Now that I thought about it, it did have some truth in it. Ashton and I had been together for years.
Hence, weâd seen it all and also endured multiple hardships. Yet, things seemed to have just begun
falling into place, and everything was just blissful.
Not only that, but we were also seemingly becoming better versions of ourselves. When I reminisced
about the past, there were only sweet memories.
By the time I got downstairs, Ashton had prepared some fist for breakfast. He waved at me excitedly
while reaching out for the utensils. âCome over and try this!â Everything seemed so natural.
However, I felt a little surreal when our stories unfolded so well. Although Ashton and I had just started
our relationship not too long ago, I felt that we had been through multiple cycles of ups and downs.
As I was staring into space blankly, he smiled at me and asked, âWhat are you thinking about? Come
over.â
His words interrupted my thoughts. I took a seat at the dining table and then looked at him in disbelief.
âWhen did you learn how to make fish soup? It looks delicious.â