Chapter 87 The Melancholy Of Ashley

Compared with the peaceful silence in Vivian’s room, the atmosphere on the other side of the Norton family’s old mansion was much palpably tense.
Fabian walked into the room with a grim look. Ashley, who had already changed into her nightgown, went up to him in a hurry and hugged his arm. “Fabian, where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time after taking my shower.”
She was clad specially in her silk lacy gown. Under the dim light, she appeared to be even more sensually seductive as she brushed her chest against his arm constantly.