In the main bedroom upstairs, Gabriel, after taking a shower and drying his hair, paused as he glanced at his lips in the mirror.
He touched his lips, feeling as if the soft sensation of Ashley's lips still lingered.
Recalling something, he stood up, searched through the medicine cabinet, and found a tube of ointment, brand new and sealed. After hesitating for a moment, he took the ointment downstairs.
Ashley was absorbed in her phone, despairingly checking her meager account balance, and feeling the weight of her mounting troubles.
Distressed, she ruffled her already tousled hair, making it look even more unkempt.
"Ashley." Gabriel approached and stopped in front of her.
Ashley hurriedly hid her phone. "What now? Am I not even allowed to sleep on the sofa?"
Gabriel scoffed coldly,
