Ashley Bowen looked around, dazed.
The bathroom was clean and tidy, with almost nothing out of place.
Toiletries were set before the mirror, and a pristine white towel hung on a rack.
She thought about her own bathroom, which was always cluttered with either dirty clothes hanging everywhere or piles of cosmetics and bath products…
‘How could I have walked into the wrong bathroom?’
A realization dawned on Ashley Bowen.
She must have made a mistake earlier when she was drunk and her head was fuzzy.
She’d gotten drunk before and mistakenly slept in someone else’s bridal suite, and now she’d gotten drunk again and barged into someone else’s bathroom…
“I…” Ashley Bowen bit her lip, looking aggrieved.
“It looks like I really am in the wrong place.
I’m sorry.”
“Get your clothes on and get out.” Yuri Sinclair averted his gaze, tearing his eyes from Ashley Bowen’s flawless white skin as he turned his wheelchair.
Seeing Yuri Sinclair about to leave, Ashley Bowen threw caution to the wind and shouted, “Your Highness, help!”
“Hm?” Yuri Sinclair glanced back impatiently, the sound a cold hum from his nose.
Can you call a woman to help me up?” ‘Since he’s already seen everything, I might as well go for broke.’ Ashley Bowen forced a smile, but in her head, she was cursing Yuri Sinclair for not helping someone in distress.
Without another word, Yuri Sinclair turned his wheelchair around and extended a hand toward Ashley Bowen.
“Uh, Your Highness, I’m a little heavy.
I’m afraid if I pull too hard, I’ll pull you out of your wheelchair…” What Ashley Bowen was really trying to say was that she was worried his legs weren’t strong enough and that he should get someone with fully functional legs to help her.
“Keep whining and you can stay on the floor.” Yuri Sinclair’s expression was frosty as he abruptly retracted his hand.
‘This guy’s mood changes faster than you can flip a page.’ Ashley Bowen remembered Grace Sullivan having a similar temperament, but she never expected this Third Highness to be even worse.
‘Fine, fine.’
Ashley Bowen gritted her teeth and reached out to Yuri Sinclair.
Yuri Sinclair reached out and pulled Ashley Bowen up with one strong tug.
Ashley Bowen hadn’t expected him to be so strong.
Throughout the entire process, his wheelchair didn’t move an inch, while she, on the other hand, winced in pain.
As she was pulled like that, the muscles and tendons in her back were stretched straight, and it felt like a thousand ants were biting her spine.
But just as she was about to get to her feet, she suddenly cried out again.
She could see that if she got any closer, Yuri Sinclair’s hand was about to brush against her chest.
NO!
Ashley Bowen immediately tried to change direction, but instead, she stumbled right into Yuri Sinclair, her lips pressing directly against his. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
They were cool, with a faint, fresh scent of mint.
Ashley Bowen shot upright, covering her chest with her hands.
“Your…
Highness, I didn’t do it on purpose…”
“Not on purpose?
Running into the wrong room, kissing the wrong person?” Yuri Sinclair stared at Ashley Bowen’s face, a hint of mockery in his expression.
Ashley Bowen was noncommittal but nodded frantically.
“Right!”
“And why do I get the feeling you’re deliberately trying to seduce me?” Yuri Sinclair reached out a finger and tilted up Ashley Bowen’s chin.
‘Oh god, right now all she wanted to do was get dressed and say, “Mister, who do you think you are?
Get over yourself!”‘
However, she could only think such audacious words in her head.
Out loud, Ashley Bowen just smiled meekly and said, “I really did just go to the wrong room.”
“Heh.” Yuri Sinclair scoffed, pulling the bath towel from the rack and draping it over Ashley Bowen.
Then he rolled his wheelchair back and turned away from her.