Completing all the chores and feeding Ashley broth. It's now noon and Ashton want to go for his boxing gym but since Ashley is sick, his mind is not allowing him.
Ashton wipes the floor with a mop. 'If mom comes now, I can leave for my gym, leaving Aunt Ashley alone when she's not well is not a good idea.' He dips the mop in a bucket of water before rinsing it.
After a few minutes of wiping the floor of kitchen, hallway, hall and drawing room he finally sits for a moment in the hall, before going into the shower.
Ashton took a long cold shower, relaxing himself under the shower head as the water traced his body.
After a long shower, when he was finally done bathing. And as usual he has forgotten about the towel. 'Oh god not again, how could I forget about the towel.'
He walks towards the door with his wet body, opened the door just to peek his head out and called "AUNT! COULD YOU PLEASE COME DOWN…" out loud.
He stood at the door thinking what is she going to do now and what he should to ward her away. After a few seconds he heard a thud noise of the door being closed of his room where Ashley was resting.
He stood there as she comes down the stairs standing in front of the door "Yeah?" She said her voice gruff and pressed, a voice of a sick person.
Ashton looked at her, her hair messed cheeks flushed and her face looking pale. She didn't have under bags until yesterday but now she had wrinkles and under eyes. Her eyes looking droopy and sleepy.
"I forgot the towel could you give me that?" he asked in a Gracious tone.
She stood there for a second as if she's processing what Ashton has said "Yeah sure" She said with a sweet smile before turning around and walking away.
'So what's about to come? Barging in the shower again like last time?' Ashton thought.
After a few seconds she came back with the towel "Here!" She said passing the towel.
Ashton looks at her face with a expressionless face and grabs the towel waiting for her to do a move. "Need anything else?" She asked smiling.
"No, thanks for asking you should rest now." Ashton said looking at her face, with a perplexed look.
She smiled again gently "Thanks for your concern." and left.
Ashton who couldn't believe what has just happed, shuts the door swiftly.
'How did the ill manner started behaving so decently is it because she got a good dosage of me last night or because she's sick, so something is probably wrong with her head' Ashton said to himself drying his body.
He walks out with the towel around his waist, but the problem wasn't over yet. He now must go in his room.
Wearing the towel.
To get his clothes.
He takes a deep breath as he takes the first step of the staircase walking towards his room. 'Alright, let's test it, if she actually has become manned-girl or maybe I am tripping' he said to himself.
The door of his room was closed but it wasn't locked. Being a gentleman, he knocks the door "Aunt may I come in?"
"Yeah, sure."
He rotates the knob, sighs and holds for a moment before walking in the room with just a towel around his waist. 'Alright.'
He opens the door and walks in without looking at the bed where she was, he kept his gaze low looking at the floor and just walks in and open the door of the wardrobe.
Ashley let out an exaggerated gasp, followed by a loud, dramatic sigh.
"Oh. My. God…" she exhaled in a breathy, almost moaning tone.
Ashton froze mid-step, his hand still hovering over the wardrobe handle.
His brows furrowed as he slowly turned his gaze toward the bed.
Ashley sat upright, her expression a mix of shock and awe. Eyes widened, eyebrows raised, cheeks flushed pink—both hands were pressed against her face as if she had just witnessed a divine revelation.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR AUNT?" she shrieked, clutching her chest.
"What?" Ashton asked confused not knowing what he has done.
"OH MY GOD… OH MY GOD…" She dramatically collapsed onto the bed, covering her face with her hands.
"NO WAY I WAS IN THOSE ARMS LAST NIGHT... NO WAY I CLUNG ONTO THOSE MUSCLES ENTIRE NIGHT….. IS THIS THE GRACE OF GOD? "
'So, nothing's changed, huh?' Ashton said to himself with his falling and unimpressed face.
"IS APHRODITE MERCIFUL ON ME?" She continued her overacting, with her face covered and crawling on the bed.
"Are you done?" Ashton asked.
Totally frustrated.
Ashley peeked at him through the gaps between her fingers.
Ashton stood there, arms crossed over his chest, an expression that screamed exhaustion rather than amusement.
She finally removed her hands from her face and sat up straight. "Oh god, the heavens are too kind to me. Do I even deserve to lay my eyes on those abs… that chest… those muscles?"
Ashton rolled his eyes and turned back to the wardrobe, searching for his gym clothes.
"When is Mom coming home?" he asked, ignoring her antics.
No response.
"When will Mom come back?" he repeated, this time louder.
"I don't know," Ashley replied, still in a daze. "She didn't say."
Ashton continued rummaging through his neatly organized wardrobe, each section dedicated to different types of clothing.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked, still not looking at her.
"Better than ever," she purred.
He sighed. "I want to go to the gym. Will you be fine alone for a few hours? I'll be back soon."
"Yeah, sure," she replied casually.
"Alright."
Finally, he found the shorts he had been looking for—his usual gym attire. Just as he was about to close the wardrobe, Ashley called out to him.
"Ash…. Would you please...." She called his name this time in a serious tone.
He shuts the door of the wardrobe and shifts his head towards the left on the bed. "What?.."