Chapter

Ashton's POV

The past three weeks have been hell for me. After her outburst in the office, I decided to give her some space, because I didn't want to risk her quitting her job and me possibly not seeing her again or not too often. That act of mine seems to be my mistake, 'cause after that, we have drifted so much apart from that I don't know how to bring us back closer. It's like we spend each moment distancing ourselves from each other, and the gap is now wide. I don't even get to be near her and it's killing me. I miss me kissing her rosy lips, and getting drunk from their lovely taste. I miss her a lot despised seeing her every day. I miss her tantalizing and addictive smile which is now replaced with a fake one that doesn't reach her eyes.

"I have prepared your favourite food for breakfast, come have it" Margret spoke standing at the door.

"I'm not hungry, besides it is too early"

"You didn't have dinner last night"