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Exclusive Memory novel Chapter 103

As Jasper was physically strong, he woke up in the afternoon after the first-aid infusion. When he opened her eyes and saw himself lying in the ward, he turned his head and saw that Ashley was sitting on the chair and staring blankly. She was still in the red dress yesterday, and her white wrists were putting around her knees, which made her look even more beautiful.

What had happened between them last night was not very pleasant, so she felt awkward or embarrassed when they faced each other again. But he didn't feel so, because he thought that nothing had happened between them last time. It was not a big deal.

"What time is it?"

Hearing what he said, Ashley turned around suddenly and found that he was awake. She looked at her watch at once and answered, "about three o'clock in the afternoon."

As soon as Jasper was about to sit up, Ashley subconsciously reached out her hand, trying to help him. But she suddenly thought of something and took back her hand. Looking at her expression, Jasper assumed that she was still thinking about what happened last night. After he was seated, he didn't mention it, but intended to ask her about her current work.

"You..."

"The doctor said that your fever had just been gone, and you need to stay for observation in the hospital for a day. You can leave the hospital tomorrow if feel ok." Ashley was afraid that he would ask something she couldn't answer, so she cut him off first.

Jasper, "..."

"Are you hungry? Uncle Bradley brought some wontons with chicken soup."

"Then I'll have some." said Jasper.

Seeing that Jasper did not ask her what happened yesterday, Ashley was relieved at once. The wonton in the bucket was still warm, but it had been made a little swollen, which seemed that the taste was not very good. But Jasper didn't care. He didn't feel any usual when eating.

Although the doctor asked him to stay in hospital for observation, Jasper worried about his work so he asked Henry to conduct the discharging formalities. Then he put on the clothes brought by Henry and went to work in spirit.

It had been a long time since Ashley went home last time. After Jasper was discharged from hospital, she planned to go back home to stay one night there so that she could visit her father and check what was going on with Sheila and Gloria.

She took a taxi. The driver was a young man. Seeing the woman wearing a mask in the rear-view mirror, he felt familiar with her. When she told him the destination, his eyes were even brighter.

"Are you Ashley?"

Hearing the driver's question, Ashley couldn't help but frown. She really needed some time to be alone. She nodded quietly because she didn't want to hear any rumors.

"You look much more beautiful than your photo." The young man praised sincerely.

"Thank you. I have a sore throat. I can't talk much now." said Ashley in a hoarse voice.

With a straight face, the driver said smilingly, "I'm sorry. Would you like some water?"

She waved her hand and answered in her hoarse voice again, "no, thank you."

The driver felt it was inappropriate to ask any more questions. He drove quietly all the way to the villa. The young man got out of the car and opened the door for her. "Miss Ashley, may I take a picture with you?"

Ashley nodded and took off her mask.

The young man stood beside her. He raised his hand to take a photo. As soon as Ashley entered the house, he couldn't wait to send a post on blog, "today, I was quite lucky. The passenger turned out to be Ashley, and she didn't wear any makeup. She is really a demure and easygoing person. I become her fan!" Then a photo with Ashley was attached.

Those news related to Ashley were very popular on the Internet. After a while, his microblog had been forwarded by hundreds of thousands of netizens.

When Ashley was back home, Betty was so excited to see her, "Miss, you are back... My lady My God Why didn't you tell me before you came back so that I could clean up your room? "

"Aunt Betty, don't hurry. I will stay here for only one night and leave tomorrow." "How are you doing?" Betty asked, taking Ashley's hand.

"Well, I'm doing quite well." Miss, why are you injured? "

"I was injured while shooting films." Ashley answered with massive understatement. Then she looked around and took out a thick envelop from her pocket, whispering, "I'm making money now. The money is for you."

"No, I can't accept that. How can I take your money?" Betty rejected immediately.

"Thank you for taking care of me in the past. I can't think of any other way to appreciate your help. Please take it. I would feel guilty since you don't accept it," said Ashley.

"Those were what I should do. Your mother once helped my family a lot, so I don't need to take the money. Please can take it back." Betty was a little angry.

Realizing that Betty didn't want to accept, Ashley had to take them back and thought about another way to repay her. Seeing that Ashley finally put the money back in her pocket, Betty breathed a sigh of relief. If she took the money, she would feel ashamed and be unable to fall asleep at night.

"Aunt Betty, are they home?"

Betty knew that Ashley referred to Gloria and Sheila. She nodded and said in a low voice, "yes, Sheila didn't come back last night. And this morning, she went into her room and didn't come out till now. Gloria knocked her door but Sheila didn't open it. I don't know what happened."

Ashley sneered in her heart. Since then, she wanted to see what her step sister became.

"Aunt Betty, I'll go and have a look. Please go ahead with your work."

"Okay."

Both Sheila's and her room were on the second floor. Ashley tidied up the corner of her dress with a smile on her lips. She went upstairs to the door of Sheila and knocked on it.

"No, I don't want to eat it! I have told you so many times. Go away and leave me alone! "

The smile on Ashley's face became bigger. "Sister, It's me, Ashley. What's wrong with you? Why are you hiding yourself in the room?"

Sheila was, of course, thinking of what happened last night. She regretted after waking up in the morning. It was all her fault that she did not control herself well last night. Her mind was in a mess right now. She didn't dare to tell anyone about this, not even Gloria. She was afraid that Gloria would ask her to break up with Francis. She didn't want to lose Francis.

When she heard the voice of Ashley, she was frightened. She wondered why Ashley wasn't at the film site. Why did she come back at this time? Did the thing last night have anything to do with Ashley? She just felt that her impulsive behavior last night's was too ridiculous.

"Sister?" Ashley called her again leisurely.

Sheila quickly tidied up her clothes and fixed her makeup. Anyway, she should not lose the momentum. She walked to the door and opened it, saying coldly, "Why are you back?"

"Of course I come back to see you." She was smiling at her, but there was an overtone in her words.

As expected, Sheila lost her cool and her face changed greatly. "What happened last night must have something to do with you. Tell me, what are you up to?"

"Last night? What happened last night? " Asked Ashley.

Seeing that Ashley didn't seem to know, Sheila regretted spilling the beans. She immediately corrected himself, "you come for Francis, right?"

"Yes." Ashley pushed Sheila away and swaggered into her room. "Francis said as long as you broke up, he would immediately reunite with me."

Sheila was shocked and angry. "What did you say? It's impossible! Francis will never do this to me! "

"Why is it impossible? He was also very cold to me before, wasn't he? Why is it impossible for him to be cold to you?" Ashley sat on the embroidery block derisively. "Besides, since you have a bad reputation, how can Francis's family accept you as their daughter-in-law? Unless for the sake of your baby. But you'd better not think about it... "

Ashley glanced at Sheila's belly and said scornfully, "Francis didn't even touch you now. How could you get pregnant?"

Seeing this scene, Sheila was flustered. "Who told you that Francis doesn't touch me? You are just bewitching him now. He still loves me. Otherwise he would have broken up with me at the day when the scandal comes out. He wouldn't wait till now to break up with me."

"Really?" A look of contempt spread over her face. Ashley continued to lead the topic to baby, "all you need to do is hurry up and get pregnant as soon as possible. If you two break up, you will have no chance at all."

"Don't be too alarmist!"

"Believe it or not, don't you have informant on the filming site? Ask your informant, then you will know whether I am alarmist." Ashley stood up and said, "or, let's guess, to see if you get pregnant faster or Francis breaks up with you faster."

"Why not bet? If you lose, don't pester Francis!"

"Okay." Ashley walked to the door, seeming to have remembered something, turned around and said, "don't shift your attention with other man's kid. I will keep an eye on you. If you play tricks, I will expose you in front of Francis!"

Then she slammed the door.

Sheila stood in her room. An urgent crisis was approaching, which made her breathless quickly. She had long thinking of having a child. However, every time when she was with Francis, they had took contraception measures, so she had turn to IVF. Even if she took IVF, she must have sex with Francis before having a baby.

The last sentence said by Ashley before she left was like a seed in her heart. Yes, if she could not get pregnant with Francis's child, but she could also bear someone else's child, as long as she could deceive Francis' family. After getting married, she could come up with an excuse and have an abortion secretly.

This idea was a bit scary, and Sheila was frightened into a cold sweat.

After that, she began to vacillate... She had no other choice but to give it a try. If Francis broke up with her and reunited with Ashley, it would be too late. She had to seize the last chance. Moreover, it was not difficult to find a man to have a baby, as there was an available one in front of her now -- she had Ethan by her side. 

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