Chapter 108 Pick You Up Every Day

The joy was evident in Lena's eyes. 'Now that Ashley is married, Raymond is mine. Ashley, you are no
match for me. You're doomed to be a loser and will always be inferior to me, ' she snickered from
within.

"Raymond, what happened to your hand?" Lena asked as she gaped at his hand.

There were several stains of dried blood on his hand that Raymond had clenched into a fist.

He had headed straight to the Mu family's house after meeting Ashley. Preoccupied with his ex-
girlfriend's marriage on the way, he had paid no attention to his injured hand.

Raymond followed her gaze to the wound on his hand. Since Ashley had refused to divorce her
husband, he had been so furious that he hadn't even felt the pain. But as Lena brought it up, he felt a
stab of pain in his hand.

"Don't worry. It's not a big deal," he replied.

"You should be more careful," Lena said with a frown. There was a trace of reproach in her voice.

She turned to a maid and instructed, "Kathy, go get the first aid box."

"Please let me take care of your wound, Raymond," Lena said, a pleading note to her voice.

Raymond nodded.

A few minutes later, Kathy came back with the first aid box. She walked up to Lena and politely said,
"Miss Mu, here it is."

Lena grabbed Raymond's arm and pulled him so that both of them were seated on the couch. She
carefully took his injured hand and started cleaning the wound.



As Lena lowered her head, a wisp of smooth hair fell over her face, blocking her sight. She tucked the
hair behind her ear and continued to clean the wound. Raymond sat quietly, observing her. She had a
pair of big eyes and rosy lips on her small, fair face.

Lena was pretty, but Ashley was stunning. That was one of the reasons why Lena detested Ashley so
much.

As Raymond stared at Lena, the anger and displeasure in his eyes faded slightly. For him, having sex
with Lena had been a pure accident. Since then, he had spent more time with her and discovered that
Lena and Ashley were of completely different dispositions.

Ashley was an independent, strong, and steady girl, while Lena was clingy, gentle and considerate.

Raymond preferred the latter type of girls like Lena. But since he and Ashley had been together for
three years, he found it difficult to get over her.

Feeling his gaze on her, Lena stole a glance at him and noticed the way he was looking at her. She
continued to treat his wound, as her lips curved into a satisfied smile that he couldn't see.

Over at the Lu Group, Johnny discovered that his boss was acting strange. Andrew grabbed his cell
phone to check the time, furrowed his brows, and dropped it on the table. Several minutes later, he
picked up his cell phone again and fixed his gaze on the screen. He had repeated this action many
times, but it looked like he would never get sick of it.

Johnny looked uneasily at Andrew, not knowing what was going on with his boss.

"I need to know what she has been doing. And who she has met lately," Andrew demanded abruptly.

It didn't take long for Johnny to realize who his boss was referring to.



Andrew had learnt about Ashley's background, but he hadn't hired a detective to keep a close eye on
her to stay up-to-date with her daily life, because he feared that Ashley would be mad at him if she
found out what he had done.

He didn't think Ashley would like being followed.

But he had now changed his mind. He wanted to know everything about Ashley's private life.

"Yes, boss," Johnny replied, and then added, "You have an appointment with Mr. Liu, the president of
the Ace Group. He wanted to discuss a project with you. So..." "Call it off," Andrew said sternly before
Johnny could even finish his sentence.

Andrew's face softened as a thought occurred to him. "I have something to do," he said.

If Johnny somehow figured out that Andrew was calling off the appointment to pick Ashley up, he would
be dumbfounded.

After all, Andrew had now called off a project which was worth more than ten million dollars. Johnny
would never understand Andrew's decision of giving up such a big deal.

At present, nothing was more important to Andrew than Ashley.

It was about 5 in the afternoon when Ashley bid farewell to Nina and Cheryl and left the bakery. She
walked up to the spot where she had gotten off the car that morning.

Ashley looked at her watch and found that there were two minutes to 5 o'clock. She had left her shop
early because she hadn't wanted to keep Andrew waiting.

As Ashley looked up, a silver Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her. The window rolled down to reveal
Andrew's face.



Ashley glanced at her watch and then at Andrew. 'It's five o'clock. He is so punctual! It was a wise
decision to leave the bakery ahead of time, ' she thought.

As Ashley came to her senses, she opened the car, settled down in the passenger seat, and buckled
up. A thought dawned on her when Andrew started the engine.

Her bakery was quite far from the villa they lived in. And she had to go to the bakery every day, which
meant that Andrew had to pick her up every day.

Ashley looked at Andrew, who was focusing on driving. "I must have put you to much trouble. You had
to drop me off in the morning and now had to pick me up. Besides, it is a long drive from the villa to my
shop," she said to him.

Andrew shot her a glance and returned his eyes to the road. "No, not at all. I think it's good," he
responded curtly.

He had asked his chauffeur to take a couple of days off so that he could pick Ashley up every day. He
even wished for Ashley to work in the Lu Group if possible, so that he could spend more time with her.

Ashley was left speechless. She couldn't believe that Andrew was so oblivious to the underlying
meaning behind her words.

She bit her lower lip as she pursued the matter further, "How about I move back to my former
apartment? That place is closer to my workplace. That way, you don't have to pick me up every day."

Andrew chuckled, bringing the car to a halt at the red light. "We just got married, and now you want to
separate from me?"

Ashley hadn't thought about this. She had only thought about how inconvenient it was for her to go to
the bakery. Besides, she didn't want Andrew to drive long hours just to pick her up.



But on hearing what Andrew had said, she realized that her proposal to move out had been
inappropriate. The truth was that Andrew had misinterpreted her words.

Ashley shook her head, and fixing her eyes on him, she explained anxiously, "Please don't get me
wrong. I just think that you would feel tired picking me up all the time. After all, my workplace is far from
the villa."

He smiled as he noticed the rattled look on her face. "I know," he said.

"Are you sure you want to pick me up every day?"

"Yes, I am."

Ashley was at a loss for words. 'Seriously? He is going to drop me off every day? Oh jeez!' she
thought, panicking a little.

"Have you ever thought of working in a company?" Andrew asked abruptly.

Ashley had no idea why he was bringing this up.

She looked out of the window, settling her chin on her hand, and said, "No. I like running the bakery."

Ashley had an aversion to the conspiracies that took place in a company. In costume dramas, such
concubines would go to great lengths to win the emperor's affection. According to her, those office
workers were no better than such concubines. They would do anything to get
promoted.


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