My Naughty Wife!

I'm your husband, not your enemy

Silvia let out a weak moan as her eyelids slowly opened. For a while what she caught vaguely, she needed a few seconds before her vision returned to normal, and her head was no longer dizzy. She tried to get out of bed because the room she was in wasn't Ashton's, but a pair of hands were holding her shoulders—holding her from moving.

"You need rest, Silvia."

Silvia turned her head slightly, seeing Ashton sitting on a silver iron chair with his legs crossed. For the first time, there was no hatred but a relief to see his face, this meant the intruder failed to bring her to the Boss, "What happened?"

"I've taken care of everything. You passed out from shock," Ashton refuses to go into details because she had just woken up. "How are you feeling?"

Tired.

Silvia stared blankly at the ceiling. She remembered what was happening now even though he didn't tell her much. She was really embarrassed for showing her weakness to him, no, to the people, "You're going to interrogate that intruder?"

"That's my plan," Ashton agrees with her. "but thing happens. Don't worry too much about it, I'll take care of it."

Silvia could imagine what he would do, "You killed him?"

Ashton was taken aback for a few seconds before returning to an unreadable poker face, "Why should I? Leaving him alive is far more advantageous for us."

Silvia clicks her tongue.

Us?

There was never a word 'us' between them! Never will.

And let the intruder live? He didn't think so when he shot the back of the head Morgan who was running away!

Silvia turned her body to hide her annoyance from him.

"Silvia, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Nothing," Silvia answered coldly without a second thought.

Ashton looked down at his wife's back sadly. Doesn't she remember that he understands her too well? "Silvia, I am your husband, not your enemy. Be honest with me."

Silvia didn't budge one bit. She doesn't know why now he likes to take advantage of the 'husband' status, whereas a month ago he had questioned what her purpose was in marrying him.

'Ironic.'

"Are you still depressed?" Ashton asked, remembering how his mother had told him she had stopped a suicidal Silvia on the George Washington Bridge on her way home from work late.

"Can you stop?" Silvia asked. She refuses to be pitied by him let alone share the pain because he is the one who caused it. "Why do you care anyway?"

"If you can't see me as a husband at least I'm one of your best friends since childhood," Ashton says calmly. "you help me a lot, I'll be happy if you let me help you, Silvia."

Silvia had been like this for more than two years back home, she closed herself off from people including him.

Silvia said she was busy working at her father's company, but Ashton and the others clearly knew there was another reason let alone the incident she wanted to commit suicide, everyone is worried including him.

"I don't need it."

'I don't need you.'

"I respect your decision." Ashton decided it was enough to persuade her to open up to him, there was still tomorrow and after. He circled around the bed, taking the opposite side of her to sleep.

Silvia turned her body again, she didn't want to have nightmares if she tried to sleep face to face with him, "What do you want this time?" she asked with a small sigh as she felt like being hugged from behind.

'Gimme a f*cking break.'

Seriously, Silvia really didn't understand why he acting like a good husband here. She didn't ask for it, not once. It was clear as the day she made a confession that their marriage was just status.

"You remember always doing this when I was upset?"

"We're not kids anymore, Ashton," Silvia complained, then clicked her tongue he didn't want to let go of this 'sympathetic' hug. "Did I stutter?" If he continued like this, she might bathe more than three times a day.

"You've really changed."

"Everyone changes." Silvia corrected his words. "Look. What do you want for me? S*x?" She already told him she was demisexual!

'Guess it's true the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.'

No matter how handsome, and attractive Ashton was, his charisma wouldn't work on her.

"No." Not tonight at least.

"So what?" Silvia asked impatiently. "It's just the two of us, you don't have to act like a perfect husband."

Ashton let go of his arms at last, "I'm like this only to you."

Silvia doubted it, but she remembered Ashton was nicknamed a robot in his company, "You admit you fell in love with me?" she challenges him bravely.

"Maybe."

Silvia's eyes widened.

What had she just heard?

Does admit admits falling in love with her?

Silvia didn't buy it, "Good night." Enough of their conversation, she didn't want to talk anymore. She was not sleepy, but she forced herself to sleep.

"Night, Silvia."

*****

The next morning Silvia called Isaac—she trusted bodyguard to the penthouse asking for an explanation of what happened last night because she hadn't seen him.

Isaac explains that Eva wanted to chat with him for a while behind the wedding hall, but turns out she kidnapped him to offer thousands of dollars whether Silvia was up to something about Ashton.

'That little rabbit, she taking it too far.'

Silvia crossed her arms across her chest, "Who does she think she is?"

"Who?"

"Your lovely f*ckbuddies," Silvia answered sarcastically. "she interesting isn't she? She tried to bribe Isaac just because you married me."

"Eva?" Ashton muttered. He thought it was clear there were no hard feelings between them in their last conversation.

"I hope you stop her coming here because I don't want to be in a drama I don't want to be in." Silvia calmly told him.

"She is your best friend. Remember?" Ashton says. He knows she's been missing for five years without news, but friends are still friends, even more so before she disappeared, her relationship with Eva was fine. "There's no reason I forbid her."

"You won't say that the next time she comes here," Silvia gave her opinion or a hint of how helplessly Eva loved him.

"Isaac?" Ashton called.

Isaac understood the look. He bowed respectfully, "Sure, Mr. Spencer."

Silvia let Isaac go so that this pointless debate ended quickly.

"You know..." Ashton began after a few seconds of Isaac leaving behind the penthouse door, his hand on his chin, falling in deep thought. "you sure have a lot of wishes for someone you don't consider a husband."

"Your father wouldn't be happy to know you had that kind of relationship with Eva." Silvia turned things around with ease.

"With all my respect for you, this is not about my father, is about you." Ashton replied with a tiny smile. "what do I get if I grant your wish?"

"You're still curious about your luck, Husband?" Silvia caught him checking her body from bottom to top—stopping in her eyes.

It's not sad anymore but desperate.

"Yes." Ashton admitted without hesitation. "I'm really curious about what bothered you last night."

That's not what Silvia meant. Again, she would never be honest about what she had been feeling for the past two years.

Their conversation was cut short when the penthouse door opened, revealing a slightly awkward Isaac behind it.

Isaac scratched the back of his head embarrassed, but he couldn't stand the visitor's shouts and strongly urges this time, "Allow me to apologize for interrupting your conversation, Mr. Spencer. I'm here to tell you that Miss Eva is here and wants to talk to you."

"Hmm...?"

Unexpectedly Eva had no shame after what she had done to Isaac.

Silvia wondered what her old friend wanted to say, "Let her in, Isaac."