Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Are You a Dog?
She let out a muffled groan as if she was uncomfortable, then mumbled, "Warren Prescott, I hate you. Why do you always refuse to let me go?"
Even though her words were muddled, Warren Prescott still clearly heard what she said.
She said she hated him.
Warren’s face visibly fell.
Does she really hate him so much that she would say this even when drunk?
He was about to straighten up when Ashley Shaw spoke again.
"In the past life you treated me like this, bullying me was enough, why in this life do you still refuse to let me go?"
"I hate you! I hope you never appear in front of me ever again!"
Past life?
Warren was completely stunned.
Ashley Shaw remembers her past life? Did they know each other in their past lives? And he bullied her in that life too?
Is that why she hates him so much?
But then Warren couldn’t help but laugh at his own thoughts.
How could anyone remember their past life? It’s uncertain if there is even such a thing as a "past life."
Moreover, Ashley Shaw was clearly in a drunken state.
What a drunk person says shouldn’t count; she didn’t even know what she was saying, just spouting nonsense.
Warren couldn’t help but wonder if her saying she hated him was just nonsense too.
Warren was planning to take advantage of Ashley’s half-drunk, half-awake state to ask her some questions, but before he could straighten up, his earlobe suddenly hurt.
Ashley Shaw had bitten his earlobe!
"Hiss—"
Warren took a sharp breath in pain.
"Ashley Shaw, are you a dog?!"
He reached out to press Ashley’s shoulder, wanting to retrieve his ear.
But Ashley refused to let go, like a little wild cat holding onto its prey.
Assistant Lowell walked in to see this scene.
Ashley Shaw biting Warren Prescott’s earlobe, and Warren seemed to be worried about hurting her, not pushing her away forcefully.
"Mr. Prescott Jr.!"
Assistant Lowell quickly put down the thermos bottle in his hand and hurried over.
But before he could intervene, Ashley Shaw released her bite, muttering, "Tastes bad..."
Warren’s face darkened.
So she mistook his ear for a pig’s ear?
"Mr. Prescott Jr., are you alright?" Assistant Lowell had reached them, his eyes fixed on Warren’s ear.
There was no blood, just two tooth marks left.
It looked quite... comical.
"Is it funny?"
"No..." Assistant Lowell hurriedly hid his expression, waving his hands quickly.
"Go get some medicine!" Warren ordered with a dark face.
Assistant Lowell was taken aback and asked, "What kind of medicine?"
"Disinfectant alcohol! Or do you want to get rabies vaccine?"
"Yes, yes..." Assistant Lowell ran out like the wind.
Warren reached up to pinch his earlobe.
It was genuinely painful.
"Really like a dog!"
He glared viciously at Ashley Shaw and cursed.
Just then, Ashley opened her eyes.
Her eyes looked a bit confused, and she was startled when she saw Warren’s dark, stormy face, almost crying out in surprise.
Warren was also a bit taken aback.
Why would she wake up at this moment?
Wasn’t she doing it on purpose earlier?
"What happened to me? Where is this..."
"As you can see, a hospital."
Hearing the word hospital, Ashley Shaw vaguely recalled something.
She seemed to have passed out in the KTV lobby, and considering the situation, it was likely Warren who brought her to the hospital.
Does that mean she owes Warren Prescott another favor?
Ashley suddenly felt even less happy.
But more than that, she was worried about whether she said anything embarrassing when drunk.
"I..."
She instinctively tried to sit up but was hit with a wave of dizziness, as if the entire hospital bed began to spin.
Seeing her suddenly pale face, Warren asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"A bit (dizzy)..."
Before the word "dizzy" was fully spoken, she suddenly felt sick in her throat.
"Ugh, bleh..."
Warren reacted quickly, handing a trash can in front of her.
Ashley hugged the trash can tightly and started to vomit.
After vomiting, Ashley finally felt a little better in her stomach and dizzy head.
At that moment, she was truly grateful to Warren from the bottom of her heart.
Otherwise, she would have vomited all over the bed.
Just then, Assistant Lowell returned.
He was holding cotton swabs and iodine, and was happy upon seeing Ashley awake.
"Miss Shaw, how are you?"
Warren handed the trash can over expressionlessly.
"Dispose of it!"
Assistant Lowell took a glance, hurriedly put down the iodine, and carried the trash can out.
"Do you feel like throwing up again? Should I get another new trash can?" Warren asked her.
Ashley felt extremely embarrassed.
"No, I feel much better. Thank you... and, I’m sorry."
Warren gave her a deep look and suddenly asked, "Thank you for what? Sorry for what?"
Ashley’s gratitude faded a little.
Why does he have to ask so clearly?
Isn’t this just polite words?
But since Warren had already asked, she could only brace herself to respond, "Thank you for bringing me to the hospital, sorry... it’s because I said some impulsive things at the KTV back then."
"Is that all?"
Ashley was puzzled.
What else?
Seeing Warren staring at her closely, Ashley racked her brain and squeezed out, "Sorry, I broke the brooch you bought."
Warren let out a muffled laugh from his throat.
"Forget it."
He turned his eyes away and unconsciously reached to rub his own earlobe again.
Ashley just found it strange.
Why is he always rubbing his ear today?
Looking closer, she noticed there seemed to be two indentations on Warren’s earlobe.
Confirming she wasn’t seeing things, her eyes suddenly widened, a bad premonition rising in her mind.
Assistant Lowell came back in at this moment.
"The trash is thrown away. I’ve called the doctor, and the doctor will be here soon."
He spoke, glanced at the untouched iodine on the bedside table, and reminded Warren, "Mr. Prescott Jr., haven’t you disinfected yet? Do you need my help?"
Listening to these words, Ashley realized Assistant Lowell might know what was going on.
She quickly sent an inquiring glance to Assistant Lowell.
Assistant Lowell nodded complexly.
Ashley’s mind seemed to explode with a "boom," shattering her calm into pieces.
She bit Warren!
No wonder Warren was asking what she was apologizing for him about, he was confirming whether it was deliberate or truly drunken.
But, heaven and earth, she really didn’t know she bit Warren’s ear.
She was dreaming earlier, dreaming of Ariana cooking, preparing a whole roast lamb for her, but no matter what, she couldn’t bite into even one piece of meat.
It turns out it was Warren’s ear.
Ashley’s face instantly turned red as a monkey’s butt.
"Sorry... I drank too much just now."
Warren expressionlessly said, "Only this once."
"Of course!"
How could she possibly bite Warren’s ear for no reason again?
In any case, next time she won’t attend any meetings where drinking is involved.