A Love Trap

Chapter 360 Liar

Andrew was completely ignoring him! Francis' eyes grew wide as he realized that he was fooled into coming here!

He pointed at Andrew with his finger, "You…" "You're still so calm and composed at this rate."

He smashed the gas and drove at full speed in order to get here as soon as possible, fearing that Andrew would do something reckless. But to his surprise, when he got here, what came into his view was this!

Francis' face showed clearly that he was deeply hurt.

Andrew lifted his eyelids slightly and gave him an indifferent look, without saying anything.

The message he conveyed to him was obvious. "Say more bullshit, you'll be thrown out the door."

Francis still got the feeling of being thrown out. So he had to shut up.

But in his heart, he was cursing Andrew with some kind of voodoo witchcraft. 'Damn it, Andrew! How dare you fool me?

I'll tell on you to Ashley!

You just wait!'

Thinking of Ashley, he again turned to look at Andrew, who was sitting on the couch and having a sullen face. Something must have happened between the two of them.

Otherwise, why did he stop him when he wanted to tell Ashley about that matter.

At first Francis thought Andrew was afraid that Ashley might be worried, so he wouldn't let him tell her. But from the situation he saw today, it wasn't the case.

Moreover, Ashley was acting strangely today too.

Francis started to form a picture in his mind.

He was a person who couldn't keep a secret and would easily spill the beans. And now that he felt like he discovered a secret, he became restless and couldn't keep it under wraps.

But, Andrew didn't speak, so he dared not utter a word and kept his mouth shut.

He could only check on Andrew secretly from time to time.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Andrew gave him a cold glance and asked lightly.

Andrew had gotten used to coming back to sleep by Ashley's side and holding her in his arms as she slept. Tonight Ashley went to spend the night in Ellie's place. Without the beauty in his arms, how could he fall asleep?

Luckily, he got himself a night owl to keep him company. The two of them sat on the couch doing nothing.

Like being injected with chicken blood, Francis nodded vigorously. "Yes, something important! A big deal! "About you and Ashley!"

Only then did Francis get his attention. Andrew turned to him and said, "Fine, go ahead,"

Without any hesitation, "Did you have a fight with Ashley?" asked Francis.

"Well, yes."

Francis gloated internally. 'Ha-ha! I'm so smart! I knew something had happened! Otherwise, they wouldn't be acting this way.'

"What happened between you two?" Francis continued enthusiastically, "Tell me. I'll help you find some solution. You know, nobody knows women better than I do."

"If Ashley was here, she would have split her sides laughing. She would also sneer and say, "Look at yourself! Are you still dreaming about being together with Ellie one day, Don Juan? Wake up! You're daydreaming!"

Andrew squinted at Francis.

He seemed very doubtful about Francis' words.

Francis almost angrily stood up. 'Why are you looking at me that way? Do I seem that unreliable? What do you mean?'

Andrew thought of the advice Francis gave him before which seemed to have worked somehow.

And so, Andrew told, "There's someone else that she loves. She went to see him behind my back and when she came back afterwards, she became cold towards me."

"Oh, really? Ashley loves somebody? Isn't that person you?" Francis asked quizzically.

The temperature dropped as Andrew sent a glare towards Francis which could pierce his chest. Francis immediately zipped his mouth shut.

After a pause, he began once again, "All the more reason for you to treat her well and pamper her. If somebody else loves Ashley, then you should love and adore her even more. You have to let her know that you are the person who loves her the most. Make it so that she won't be able to leave you, unable to be apart from you! Win her heart back!

How stupid you are to have a cold war with her! Aren't you afraid of driving her to others with your own hands?

The right strategy is to treat her nicer, make her feel that nobody would love her more than you do. You have to do as much as you could until she always thinks of how nice you are when she meets that man. When that happens, she wouldn't ever want to run away from you. She will only have you in her heart!"

Francis sneered inside, "Cold war, my ass! You're nuts! You'll cry your eyes out when she runs away with another man.'

He still wanted to walk out of the room alive so he kept these words to himself without saying them out loud.

Andrew frowned while he seemed lost in his thoughts, digesting Francis' words of advice. All of them made sense. He must get her to think only about him and occupy her heart. Not even a space left for another man. He found himself agreeing with Francis.

Seeing Andrew not talking, Francis couldn't help but ask, "The man, who is he? The one whom you think Ashley likes."

He was a nosy man. He couldn't suppress his curiosity and felt that he must get to the bottom of this and find out everything about it!

Andrew sent him another piercing look. Just for the sake that he had actually given him some good advice, he treated him a little bit nicer and actually answered, "Her brother, Ron."

It was such a rare case that he remembered a person's name so clearly. And it was a man's name to boot.

"Pffff!"

Francis couldn't help spraying out the mouthful of water he just drank. While having a coughing fit, he couldn't help but glance at Andrew.

"What!?" Andrew squinted and asked angrily.

"Nothing, nothing," Francis said hastily as he waved his hands nervously.

Regaining his composure, "I don't think that Ashley likes him," said Francis, frowning.

"Why?"

"A man's instinct," Francis stated.

A man's instinct! Andrew's first instinct was that every man was disagreeable. Everyone seemed to aim at Ashley and was fighting with him for her.

"You can leave now," said Andrew.

Francis was dumbfounded. 'What the hell does this mean? What the hell is going on? What's wrong with him? Does he think that I'm just an object that he would throw away once the mission is completed?'

The next day, Ashley felt much better and didn't find it hard to leave the comfort of the bed when she woke up. She had been enlightened by Ellie.

She was glad that she had brought her belongings with her when she left from the cake shop. She didn't need to return home and she could go directly to work after having a filling breakfast with Ellie.

At the office, the designing contest had been going on in full swing. Tomorrow, they would start to evaluate and select the winners. So when Ashley stepped into the office, everyone's tense faces could be clearly seen.

Everyone looked serious, except for Ashley and Amaia. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Amaia had always been carefree and let things go their own course. And the contest wasn't really a big deal to her.

Meanwhile, Ashley was in fact, nervous. However, it didn't show in her demeanor.

The day passed by quickly but busily and when it was time to get off work, Ashley took a last glance at the design. She made a satisfied nod and put it back into her drawer.

It was same as usual, she didn't see Andrew when she went to the big tree.

She felt at a loss.

The driver today was Josef. She wondered what Johnny was doing now. She was not used to Josef and didn't know how to interact with him.

Josef was less talkative than Johnny. He drove quietly and brought Ashley back to the villa.

After she got to the villa, Ashley made a call to Johnny but he didn't answer.

Ashley thought for a while and then made a call to Andrew too, but the result was the same. Nobody answered.

Ashley frowned. 'What's the matter? Why is no one answering? Are they both busy?'

A moment later, she sent a message to Andrew, "Come home to have dinner. I have something to talk to you about."

In the office, Andrew was sitting behind his desk and Johnny stood by his side. He was holding onto his cellphone when he received a message. His fingers clicked on it swiftly as he stared at the screen, his expression remained unreadable and nobody knew what was on his mind.