Chapter 65

When Ian got into the room, Ashley was already asleep again, sprawled in the middle of the bed, prenetin we any other human entry onto the bed.

A small smile bloomed on Ian's face. And she dared say he was the careless sleeper. He was the most careful when she was in the bed with him, making sure he wrapped around her perfectly in such a way that she would be comfortable too.

But his adorable little wife was monopolizing the giant bed.

Forgetting everything wrong with him even for a second was all he needed at that point and so he lay beside her at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to shift away and back to him like she always did, at least that one would be muscle memory.

The thought of her memory poured maggot infested water on his train of thought.

He would have to be an asshole again – something he had yet to completely rectify from before – in order to rectify the illness she had been given because of him.

He didn't care anymore, he would find Leon and kill him, brutally and