A Love Trap

Chapter 912 He Is Jealous

Ashley and Andrew slept facing each other, which meant that he couldn't see what she was doing on her phone.

After a short pause, Ashley continued to look through her WeChat moments as if nothing had happened.

She didn't reply to Duncan's message.

This brief pause did not go unnoticed by Andrew who had been watching her carefully.

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked in a low voice.

"Oh, nothing. I just saw something interesting in my WeChat moments," Ashley said.

"Really?" Andrew fixed his eyes on her.

"Yes," Ashley murmured.

"Show me your phone." Andrew extended his hand to Ashley.

Normally, the two of them didn't mind whenever the other would check one's phone or laptop.

After all, neither of them kept any secrets from the other.

Ashley glanced at her phone—she was browsing her WeChat moments then. She figured it would be no big deal.

Without hesitation, she handed her phone to Andrew.

"You can check it yourself."

Andrew took her phone. Ashley had no idea what he was trying to do.

She could see him tapping his finger on her phone.

Not long after, he gave her the phone back.

When she checked, she found that it was still on the same page.

She closed her WeChat moments, not wanting to browse through it any longer.

She intended to reply to Duncan's message but she couldn't find his number on her contact list anymore.

On the surface, she kept her composure but on the inside, she couldn't help but chuckle.

She was well aware of how jealous Andrew could get. She just didn't expect for him to do something like this. She found it adorable.

Since Duncan wasn't that important to her, she didn't mind not having his contact information anymore.

She turned her phone off and put it aside. "It's late. Let's go to bed," she said to Andrew.

"Okay."

Ashley was lying on her back as Andrew snuggled up close to her.

"Are you still in touch with him?"

Andrew suddenly asked just as Ashley was about to fall asleep.

In her sleepiness, she almost said yes.

But when she remembered what had happened just earlier, she grew nervous all of a sudden.

If she didn't give him a good answer, Andrew might get jealous again.

She jolted awake.

She then asked,

"What? What did you say?" She figured it was better to act clueless.

Otherwise, Andrew might assume that she was still thinking of Duncan.

She was almost at her wits' end.

"Duncan," Andrew uttered the name sulkily.

He held Ashley tighter.

He wasn't planning on asking her since upon checking her phone, he found that she hadn't even talked to Duncan. She didn't even reply to his message.

Ashley knew that he had deleted Duncan's contact information on her phone but she didn't say anything.

It wasn't a big deal anyhow.

Yet for some reason, he still felt uncomfortable.

He tossed and turned before finally deciding to ask her.

"Honey, I don't even talk to Duncan. Why do you ask?" Ashley said as she wrapped her hands around Andrew's.

This eased up Andrew's mood but he still wanted to ask her more questions.

"He sent you a message just now."

"Yes, but I didn't reply. I don't even have his number anymore,"

Ashley said.

"Well, I was just about to bring it up. It's time we cleaned up your phone book."

Andrew fixated his eyes on Ashley, feeling his emotions go awry.

He wanted to control her and keep her away from all men.

He might as well just lock her up so no one could see her.

"Well, let's go to sleep."

She had no idea what was going on in Andrew's mind as she was too sleepy to even keep her eyes open.

Despite this, she still tried her best to keep the conversation going.

She gently rubbed his hand as a way to comfort him.

"Okay, let's go to sleep."

Andrew squeezed Ashley's hand, pushing aside all the doubts that haunted him.

"Okay," Ashley mumbled. It didn't take long before she fell asleep.

Time passed quickly. Not long after Ashley's birthday, the kids began their winter holiday.

Since Fabio didn't need to go to school every day, he was particularly happy.

While his daddy went to work every day, he had the time to accompany his mommy at home.

Fabio stayed by Ashley's side every day.

Only when Andrew came back home would he restrain himself.

With the winter holidays in full swing, the Spring Festival was just around the corner.

One day, while preparing for the Spring Festival, Ashley received a call from Zen.

She was mildly surprised. Ever since she had gotten pregnant, she rarely touched her phone and computer.

She had only called Cynthia and Zen a couple of times since she had gotten back to J city.

"Dad,"

Ashley said softly after answering the phone.

"Ashley, your mother has just given birth! It's a boy! He weighs 3.4 kg!"

As soon as Ashley answered the phone, Zen's excited voice came from the other end of the line.

Ashley was momentarily stunned. When she gathered herself, she asked in delight, "Really? Mom gave birth?"

"Yes. We brought her to the hospital last night!"

"How's Mom doing? Dad, this month is very crucial for her because she just gave birth. You need to pay special attention to her and take good care of her."

"Of course, I will. I've already taken a leave off work. I'm staying home this entire month so I can take care of your mother."

Hearing Zen's words, Ashley felt relieved. Her face broke into a smile as she shook her head.

What was she worried about? Her father cared about her mother very much.

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"Yes, she's with me. Hold on."

Zen was in the ward so he placed the phone against Cynthia's ear. "It's Ashley."

"Ash." Cynthia's weak voice came through the phone speaker.

"Mom, are you okay now?"

"I'm fine."

"You sound so weak. How can you say you're fine?"

Ashley then reminded her firmly, "Mom, you have to stay in bed and rest well, okay? You can't wash your hair, and please remember to eat well. You just gave birth. I'm sure you're still very weak so you should take good care of yourself. We don't want you to be in poor health, okay?"

Ashley herself had to go through proper postpartum recovery so she made sure to remind Cynthia.

Cynthia was old now after all. If she didn't take care of herself, she could be prone to complications.

"Mom, I'm also pregnant now so I am not allowed to take long trips. I'll come and see you and my baby brother after I give birth."

Ashley couldn't wait to see what her baby brother looked like.

She was sure that he would look like Zen and Cynthia.

"Okay, I know. You should also take good care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay."

Ashley and Cynthia exchanged a few more words before hanging up.

Ashley was overjoyed.

She had a younger brother now.

Zen and Cynthia, her adopted parents, had been married for years. She was happy that they finally got what they had been longing for—their own child.

"I have to prepare a gift for my brother," she murmured to herself. She set her phone aside as she began to think of a present for her baby brother.

"Mommy, what are you thinking about?" Fabio asked as he approached Ashley, resting his head on his palm.

He couldn't help but notice that Ashley had been acting this way the entire day. He had no idea what she was thinking about.

"I'm thinking about what I should give to your younger brother." Ashley fondly rubbed Fabio's head.

"Younger brother? What?" Fabio asked in confusion.

"Oh, sorry. He's my brother, which means he's your uncle.

Do you still remember that your grandma was pregnant the last time we were in N Country? Well, she just gave birth to a baby boy. He's your uncle!" Ashley explained.

"Really?" Fabio looked at Ashley in surprise.

"Yes. I just talked to your grandma on the phone. So now I'm thinking of a good gift to give to your uncle," Ashley mused.

"Mommy, can we go and see them?" Fabio asked expectantly as he held Ashley's hand.

"We will but not right now. After I give birth, we'll go and visit Grandma, Grandpa, and your new uncle, okay?"

"Okay!" Fabio answered with delight.

"Where is your brother? How come I haven't seen him?" Ashley began to look around for Richard.

"He's in the study doing his homework," Fabio responded simply.

"Your brother is doing homework. But what about you? You're playing again, aren't you?" As Ashley spoke, she tapped Fabio's forehead.

Fabio covered his forehead with his one hand. "Mommy, I'm only playing because I'm already done with my homework. Besides, our teacher praised me and told me that I'm the smartest kid in class!"

Fabio retorted, looking at Ashley with his bright eyes.

"Really?" Ashley looked at Fabio suspiciously.