Noah
I lingered by the door whole stealing a look at Ashley who sniffed the scarf I dropped on the table. Her face looked so white and pale and I guessed within me that her skin would be boiling hot.
She eventually used it as a pillow and I let out a sigh of relief. I was washing a couple of trays with Alfred encouraging me to scrub harder when Luke walked in, telling me that he found Ashely pale in the storage room and that he was certain she was stressed out.
I walked back to the kitchen with my hands in my pocket. Damien collided against me the moment I walked into the kitchen and the rude arrogant prick didn't bother to mutter an apology.
"So petty. " I clicked my tongue.
I was about to resume washing the dishes when Luke suggested that I fill up Ashely's shoes. I nodded away and as I turned, I caught Nadia staring at me in a odd way. I tilted my head, noticing her sharp piercing gaze narrowing back at me.
