A Love Trap Chapter 131 Caring About Andrew

Rage was radiating off of Ellie as she shrugged Francis's hand off her shoulder.

She was kicking herself for thinking that this man was shy, pretty, and sensible. She had guessed
wrong. This guy was not good. Not at all.

But Francis grasped Ellie's hand so that she couldn't get away from him.

Ellie thought this guy was a playboy.

Ellie glared at Francis and asked, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Francis replied, "I just want to give you a ride." He blinked charmingly at Ellie as he spoke.

His eyes were full of tenderness and affection. And right now, they looked like a couple who were
passionately in love. It looked like the girl was angry, and her boyfriend was trying his best to make her
happy.

Ellie was speechless.

Ellie managed to stop several other cabs, but Francis shooed every single one off.

And Ellie could do nothing to him. She had seen how shameless this guy was.

After being exposed to the sun and annoyed by Francis for such a long time, Ellie finally got into his
car.

Like a gentleman, Francis opened the door for Ellie and walked to the other side to get in the car once
Ellie was seated.

In the car, Ellie told him the address and then didn't speak.



On the other hand, Francis was way too excited, and kept chattering all the way, throwing questions at
her.

"Beauty, what's your name?"

"Can I have your phone number?"

"Beauty..."

Ellie didn't answer Francis. Her impatience resulted in her taking her earplugs out of her bag and
putting them in her ears.

However, Francis was itching to find out more about her instead of becoming frustrated.

In the past, when any woman saw him, he didn't need to do anything but stand there and wink, and the
woman would be happy to come talk to him.

Now that he had met a girl who was hell bent on ignoring him, he thought it was an interesting
challenge for him.

He didn't get any answer till he drove Ellie to her destination.

Francis sat in the car and looked at Ellie's retreating back, touching his jaw.

He took out a small mirror from somewhere and looked at his attractive face. He murmured doubtfully,
"Am I less attractive now? Is that why she gave me the cold shoulder?"

"It can't be true though! This face is still so handsome. Not a pore can be seen. And my skin is fair and
smooth..."

If someone passed by his car now, they would see



a man, who was better looking than a woman, sitting in the car, looking into a mirror, and whispering to
himself endlessly.

Was this man insane?

Francis put away the mirror. Recently, he had been as busy as a bee in the hospital and hadn't had the
chance to go out and have fun for a long time.

Now that the business problem was solved, he thought he should loosen up and go out to enjoy life.

At the same time, in the Golden Palace

After driving Ashley back home, Andrew went to the study room to work.

If there was something important in the company and a meeting was required, he would make a video
call. And he had told Johnny to send all the important documents by email. Although he was not in
office, he was too busy to take a rest.

Ashley watched TV as she lay on the couch, resting, and felt guilty to see Andrew working so much.

If only she hadn't gone out of the office to walk around, she wouldn't have met Carol or been burnt. And
Andrew wouldn't have had to come back and work at home because of her.

Ashley's thigh looked much better now after applying the ointment. At least she didn't feel
uncomfortable when walking. She didn't know what kind of ointment Francis had applied to her burnt
thigh. But it had been really effective.

Claire was cleaning the house. Ashley looked around and decided to go to the kitchen to prepare
something for Andrew to drink.



"Miss Mu, please sit down. Don't move. If you need anything, tell me." As soon as Ashley stood up,
Claire stopped working and walked up to her.

Mr. Lu had told her to look after Ashley. How could she even let Ashley stand up, let alone do anything
else?

Ashley looked helpless as she responded, "Claire, I am fine. I just want to go to the kitchen."

"Do you want to eat something? Just sit here. I will bring it for you."

Ashley was speechless. They had had dinner just now. Even if she was able to eat much, she couldn't
eat like this.

At last, Ashley explained to Claire what she was intending to do and went to the kitchen. Claire looked
at Ashley, an unusual sparkle in her eyes.

But Ashley was thinking of Andrew, so she didn't notice Claire's expression.

Ashley entered the kitchen, wanting to make coffee for Andrew. But she suddenly remembered that
coffee was all he drank all day in the company. It wasn't good for his health to drink so much coffee. So
she heated some milk instead.

Ashley held the glass of milk with both hands and cautiously went upstairs to the study room, where
she knocked on the door. There was no response.

Ashley pushed at the door lightly and walked in. She saw that Andrew was serious as he sat at the
computer, different from what he looked like when he was with her.

Andrew appeared indifferent, as if nobody was allowed to get close to him right now. And he spoke a
foreign language Ashley didn't know.



Ashley felt like she was transported somewhere else as she saw such an unfamiliar side of Andrew,
and she couldn't come back to Earth.

She only came back to her senses when Andrew fixed his eyes on her. She walked up to him, her heart
beating fast.

'This might be Andrew's true face, ' Ashley thought.

Andrew frowned slightly as he saw Ashley in the study. He said something in that unknown language
on the phone and then hung up.

"What brings you here?" he asked reproachfully, but as he saw Ashley walking with difficulty, he shot
off his chair and came up to hold her.

Ashley put what she had brought with her on the desk but couldn't answer his question.

Watching him being so nice to her, she felt a little guilty. So she had planned to do something for him.

Ashley didn't know why she suddenly got nervous under his gaze. She became restless. Was he mad
because she had entered his study room without permission?

She had knocked, but she didn't think he had heard.

Most people didn't allow others to randomly enter their study rooms. So it was reasonable of Ashley to
think like that.


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