A Love Trap

Chapter 359 Expert In Love and Relationships

Ellie stopped in her tracks when she heard Ashley comment that her bed smelled like the musk of a man. She paused and looked at Ashley who was looking at her inquisitively. She threw her towel at Ashley and said playfully, "Ashley, stop making fun of me.

What man smell? I think you're just missing Andrew, aren't you?"

Ashley dodged the towel that was thrown at her and moved farther. "Not at all," she said coldly.

The two bantered for a while before getting ready to sleep. As they lay on the bed, Ashley still couldn't shake off the feeling that there was some hint of a familiar scent. She just couldn't figure out what it was.

She turned to look at Ellie and asked seriously, "Has anyone else slept on this bed? I mean, except for you. I can still smell it."

"No, really. Maybe it's because you've been sleeping next to Andrew for so long that you've gotten used to his smell. So whenever you go sleep, you tend to think of it, don't you?" Ellie suggested.

"I don't think that's possible and please don't mention him anymore," Ashley said, pursing her lips.

"Oh, right. What's going with you two? Did you two have a fight? Or are you having some kind of war? I never thought that these types of things would happen to you two."

"We're just human. Why wouldn't it happen to us?" Ashley responded.

Ellie rubbed her back to comfort her and said, "All right. Then can you tell me what happened between you two now?"

Ashley moved her head to lean on Ellie's shoulder and said, sniffing her nose, "Andrew had an affair."

Ellie looked at her, astonished. "Had an affair? Did I hear that correctly?"

"Yes, you heard that correctly. He has another woman. I saw the evidence. He had lipstick marks all over his clothes. And he wouldn't let me get close to him or touch him. He ended up throwing the clothes away. You tell me. If he wasn't guilty, why would he behave like that? Men are trash. No exceptions!"

Ellie frowned upon hearing this. She didn't think Andrew was that type of person. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He treated Ashley so well and he adored her so much. She found it difficult to believe that despite that, Andrew would cheat on Ashley.

"Maybe you just assumed wrong and he wasn't really cheating on you?" Ellie posed hesitantly after a pause.

Ashley was quick to respond, "Not possible. I saw it myself. There were definitely lipstick marks and he also smelled like another woman's perfume. It couldn't have been a mistake."

"So since that day, you've been cold to each other? And you haven't even talked about it?" Ellie asked.

Ashley said sullenly, "Yeah, well, what else can I do? He already has another woman. Maybe they love each other and they're just waiting for me to be out of the picture so they can finally be together."

"Ashley, are you nuts?" Ellie said.

Ashley raised her head in puzzlement. 'What did Ellie mean? Why is she looking at me like that?' she thought to herself.

"Did Andrew come home very late that night? And did he tell you in advance that he was going to be late?"

Ashley nodded.

"He just probably had to entertain some people. You know how highly regarded he is in the city. A lot of women go after him. Someone must have just bumped into him, which probably explains the lipstick stains. Did you ask him where he had been? And how he got the lipstick stain on his clothes?"

"How could I ask him that? When I saw the lipstick stain and smelled the perfume, my brain went blank. I couldn't think anymore. When I saw that he had trashed the clothes, that's when I knew for sure. How could I ask him?

And what if he admitted it? What could I do then? Do I just leave him so they can be together?"

"Do you trust Andrew?" asked Ellie.

Ashley hesitated. Even when she was kidnapped, the man had told her stories about how cruel and heartless Andrew really was, she was still able to calmly assert that she trusted Andrew wholeheartedly.

She trusted that he would never do any of those things.

But this time, she saw it with her own eyes and it didn't help that Andrew was also acting weird.

How could she trust him? Should she trust him?

Ashley raised her head and saw Ellie watching her attentively, waiting for her answer. Ashley nodded slightly and said, "Yes, I trust him."

"But Ashley, you hesitated which means you're not sure. Two people who love each other should trust each other unconditionally whatever comes their way. Even if it's just a misunderstanding or some obstacle or difficulty, you should still trust each other. Otherwise, you'll get eaten up by your suspicions and jealousy. That's when your relationship falls apart.

If you aren't sure if you trust him, you should just ask him. This cold war you two are having isn't good for either of you."

"Do you really think so?" Ashley asked, seemingly puzzled.

Ellie nodded firmly.

Ashley eyed her as she spoke, "Ellie, why does it seem like you're such an expert on this matter? It's as if you've gone through the same thing before. But you've never even held a man's hand. How could you possibly know so much about relationships?"

Ellie was a bit irked as she responded, "Just because I haven't had the meat doesn't mean I don't recognize the animal. Sometimes, outsiders have the better perspective. You should know that.

You're just completely blinded by this small thing. If you two don't do anything, what's going to happen to your relationship then?"

Ashley reflected upon it for a while and said, "You're probably right.

But do I just go and ask him directly? I don't think I can do that." She looked at Ellie with doubt in her eyes.

"Why can't you? You're his wife. It's only natural that you ask him about it. What are you scared of?"

"I'm not scared," Ashley argued.

"Then go and confront him tomorrow," Ellie challenged.

"Okay, I'm not scared of him."

"Okay, let's sleep now. We need to go to work tomorrow," Ellie urged her.

"Okay, okay," said Ashley, yawning.

Since that night when she saw the lipstick marks on Andrew's shirt, Ashley hadn't slept well. This was the first night that she had gotten a good sleep because she was sleeping in a place she was comfortable in.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Francis was still sitting on the couch. He looked pissed off as he looked at the man who was acting as if he wasn't there and nothing had happened.