#Chapter11
ASHLEY’S POV
We both went in, and I directed him to my room. He moves straight to my bed and takes a seat. He was about to speak but his injured face and blood almost all over his shirt was distracting. Why does he have blood on his shirt? Of course, I have millions of questions to ask.
/"Before you speak, let me help you clean up first./" He just shrugged in reply. /"Just follow me./" He stood up and followed me to the bathroom.
I took out the first aid kit and put it down. I took out all I need and started cleaning the blood that are on Chase’s face. It looks like he was fighting with someone. That reminds me.
/"Why are you like this?/" I asked him, curiosity getting the best of me.
He just shrugs. /"It’s none of your business./" He said looking anywhere but me.
