"No." Ashton Heath interrupted her with a deep voice, "No one can force me to do something I don't want to do. It's my own choice."
"Do you like her then?" The woman's voice trembled slightly, "Weren't you unable to touch women? Is your condition better now?"
"She's an exception." Ashton Heath rubbed his temples, looking at the girl coming out of the bathroom with a hairdryer, the corners of his lips deepening a smile, "I can touch her."
"So you married her just because of that?"
"Yes, but not entirely."
"Ashton...marriage is not a game; you shouldn't be casual about it..."
"That's enough." The woman's advice made Ashton Heath show a hint of impatience, and his tone chilled, "I know how to handle my own affairs. Is there anything else?"
There was silence for a few seconds before the woman's voice became a bit hoarse: "I'll be back in the country tomorrow, arriving in Closia at 10:30 in the morning. Can you pick me up?"
