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The seemingly sleeping girl pouted her lips, made a soft sound, and clutched Asher’s shirt sleeve, refusing
to let go.
“Are you awake?” Asher leaned down slightly, his hands braced on either side of Thalia, his eyes lowered
as he looked at her.
“Dri…” Thalia’s eyes remained closed as her lips moved, softly uttering a syllable. “Dri…”
“Drake?” Asher’s eyes narrowed sharply, his deep gaze darkening dangerously, a cold glint appearing in their depths.
Drake?
Drake Ashcroft?
Was she actually calling Drake’s name while drunk?
It was quite enough that she’d drunkenly told everyone he had bedroom performance issues, but now she was calling her ex’s name?
Right–he’d almost forgotten why he’d gone to the bar in the first place!
He’d intended to confront her about those ridiculous rumors.
She hadn’t even bloody tried, so how could she possibly know whether he was “unable” or not?
Asher’s brow furrowed deeply, a chill settling in his chest.
Ungrateful little minx.
He straightened up, his gaze falling on Thalia with a dominating air. “You’re still thinking about him?”
Even though the girl couldn’t hear him, Asher couldn’t help asking.
The air was thick with jealousy.
Someone had clearly spilled the vinegar jar of envy.
“Thalia Winters,” Asher’s voice was deep and threatening, his British accent becoming more pronounced.
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“Think very carefully before you speak…”
In the next moment, the girl’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she restlessly turned over on the bed, burying her face in the pillow and murmuring in a wheedling tone: “Drink… I want some water to
drink…”
Asher: “…”
”
Drink?
So it wasn’t “Drake” but “Drink“?
Asher couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in him instantly releasing.
He moved closer again, his tone indulgent. “Lia, let me get you cleaned up first, then I’ll bring you some water, shall we?”
His Thalia liked to be pristine. If she woke up tomorrow still wearing yesterday’s clothes and reeking of alcohol, she would definitely be mortified.
The room was so quiet he could hear the girl’s deep, steady breathing.
Thalia was sound asleep, unable to answer him.
After waiting silently for a few seconds, Asher exhaled and turned to the bathroom to prepare a bath, then returned to carry Thalia.
“Let’s get you sorted for a proper night’s sleep.”
He gently removed Thalia’s clothes and placed her in the bathtub.
Thalia, sensing the movement, opened her eyes with a hazy gaze. “Asher…”
“Lia, be good now.”
Asher’s movements were gentle and careful. He first wet Thalia’s hair, squeezed shampoo into his hand, lathered it, and then gently massaged it into her hair.
Thalia leaned against the bathtub, still not fully conscious, but the warm water helped her entire body
relax.
She exhaled contentedly, enjoying Asher’s attentions.
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After the bath, Asher dried the water droplets from Thalia’s body, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to the bedroom to dry her hair.
By the time her hair was dry, Thalia had become more alert.
“Stay with me,” she insisted, clutching his collar.
Asher lowered his eyes, speaking in a soothing voice: “Alright, I’ll stay with you.”
“Tell me a story,” Thalia murmured softly.
Asher was completely accommodating, “Very well.”
He opened his phone to search for a few bedtime stories, then began reading them to her in his deep, gentle voice.
Gradually, Thalia stopped fidgeting.
The hand clutching his collar finally relaxed.
Asher had finally lulled Thalia to sleep.
He had originally planned to leave, but because Thalia was drunk and had no one to look after her, he felt uneasy and decided to stay the night.
There were no toiletries or change of clothes for him here.
Asher called for a Blackwood household staff member to bring a change of clothes and toiletries, then
used Thalia’s bathroom to shower.
The girl on the bed was sleeping soundly.
Asher smiled indulgently, his deep, gentle gaze fixed on her fair, beautiful face.
After staring for a few minutes, Asher walked over to tuck in her blanket, bent down to place a kiss on her face, and whispered, “Goodnight.”
Having confirmed that Thalia was fast asleep and no longer restless, Asher quietly went to the living
room.
The apartment had two bedrooms and a living room, but the second bedroom had no bed.
Tonight, he would have to make do with the sofa in the living room.
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Under the heavy night sky, both slept soundly.
I’ll refine this section to better match contemporary British English expressions and make sure the “unable” reference correctly implies what you’re suggesting.
Early morning, as dawn was just breaking.
Thalia, who typically maintained a regular early–to–bed, early–to–rise schedule, woke naturally at her
usual time.
After the night of drinking, her head was pounding mercilessly.
Thalia took a moment to recover as her consciousness gradually returned.
She only remembered going out with colleagues last night, then heading to a bar for a few drinks.
Her alcohol tolerance was poor, and she’d blacked out after just a few glasses.
Thalia vaguely recalled a man appearing later in the evening, how she had clung to him persistently and spouted all sorts of nonsense.
At this thought, Thalia jolted fully awake, a wave of panic washing over her. Oh no, she’d been hanging all over some man! If Asher found out, how would she explain?
Would he be jealous?
It wasn’t that she feared Asher’s anger; she simply worried he might misunderstand and feel hurt.
She cared deeply about Asher’s feelings and didn’t want to cause him any distress.
Thalia threw back the covers and got out of bed, suddenly noticing the clothes she was wearing.
Pajamas?
When had she changed?
How had she gotten home last night?
Thalia opened the bedroom door, intending to go to the bathroom, when she suddenly spotted someone lying on the sofa.
A man lay there covered with a throw blanket, his feet propped up on the armrest, eyes closed and chin slightly raised, his jawline sharp and distinct.
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Asher!
What was he doing here?
Oh God!
Had he been the one who came to the bar and brought her home?
If so, had he seen her hanging all over that other man…
She tried to remember, but couldn’t recall anything about what the man from last night looked like.
Thalia felt like crying. She didn’t dare imagine how much Asher had witnessed; she felt too ashamed to
face him.
The man on the sofa slept with perfect posture, his sleeping face handsome.
Thalia became entranced watching him.
In the quiet morning, the apartment was free from any noise. Thalia could almost hear her own
heartbeat.
Seeing his tall figure curled up on the sofa made her heart ache with tenderness.
She walked over and stood in front of Asher, reaching out to gently poke his cheek with her index finger.
The man showed no reaction, sleeping soundly.
Emboldened, Thalia pinched his cheek lightly, which finally drew a response.
He opened his eyes, still drowsy with sleep, looking at her hazily. “Lia, you’re awake.”
Thalia hesitated before speaking softly, “Asher, you should go sleep in the bedroom.”
Asher sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “What time is it?”
There was a clock hanging on the living room wall.
Thalia glanced at it. “Half seven.”
In one smooth motion, Asher pulled Thalia into his arms, encircling her as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
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“It’s Saturday. Aren’t you going back to sleep? Why are you up so early?” His voice still carried the slight huskiness of someone just waking, sending shivers down her spine.
His warm breath tickled Thalia’s ear, causing her to instinctively shiver as a tingling sensation spread through half her body.
“I’m not going back to sleep. I drank too much last night and my head hurts a bit.”
“If you can’t handle your alcohol, you shouldn’t drink so much,” Asher chuckled softly. “Do you have any idea how utterly maddening you were when you got drunk last night?”
He had nearly lost his composure in front of everyone.
Thalia suddenly recalled images of herself clinging to that man, her face flushing with embarrassment. “I… I’m sorry, Asher…”
Asher’s voice carried a hypnotic gravel quality, irresistibly attractive. “Hmm? Is ‘sorry‘ all you have to
offer?”
His lips curved into a smile.
“You told everyone I couldn’t rise to the occasion without ever giving me a chance to prove myself. Perhaps you’d like to find out if I’m really lacking in that department?”
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