Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Nickname Exposed
Warren Prescott held his phone and said, "Yeah, she’s awake already, I was just about to leave."
"Huh? She’s awake? Then why hasn’t she taken my call?"
The phone...
Warren Prescott’s eyelids suddenly lifted, and with the hand not holding the phone, he reached into his coat pocket.
Sure enough, Ashley Shaw’s phone was on him.
The screen showed two missed calls, both from Grandpa Prescott.
But maybe it had been in his pocket, and the friction from the fabric had accidentally switched it to silent, so he didn’t hear the ringtone.
Warren Prescott clenched Ashley Shaw’s phone and said, "I’ll let her take the call in a bit."
"Then hurry up."
Grandpa Prescott was old and couldn’t stay up that late.
"Got it."
Warren had turned on the speaker, so Assistant Lowell also heard Grandpa Prescott’s words.
After Warren hung up, he asked, "Mr. Prescott Jr., should I wait for you in the car?"
Warren gave him a "you finally understand what you’re supposed to do" look, and pressed the elevator button again.
The elevator first went down and then up, and after Assistant Lowell left, Warren looked at Ashley Shaw’s phone in his hand, having an internal conflict.
When Ariana Grant’s call came in, Ashley’s nickname for her was "Yara," so he wanted to know what Ashley’s nickname for himself was.
Her phone didn’t have a password; he could just open it and find out.
Besides, it wasn’t anything especially private since it was about himself.
Yet even when the elevator reached the ninth floor, where Ashley Shaw was staying now, he ultimately didn’t open her phone.
This thing was like Pandora’s box—once opened, you’d want to know more.
Resisting your inner desires was important.
In the blink of an eye, Warren was already at the door of Ashley Shaw’s hospital room with her phone in hand.
As he was about to knock, he heard the conversation of two people inside.
He didn’t have the habit of eavesdropping, but his hearing was particularly sharp, and he picked up on the conversation.
He only heard Ariana Grant say, "Anyway, after all these things, I think we may have misunderstood Warren Prescott in the past. Although his temper isn’t great, he’s a decent person."
Warren’s lips curled slightly.
It wasn’t in vain that he specifically sent the company’s legal team to give the court a heads-up about Ariana Grant’s house lawsuit in advance.
Speaking of which, Ariana’s family case seemed to be opening soon.
This time her mom was taken away by the police, which would put her in an even worse position.
But now wasn’t the time to think about this. Just as Warren was about to collect his thoughts and push open the door, he heard Ashley Shaw’s voice ring out—
"What good has the ’Dead Girl’ done for you? This is the second time you’re praising him in front of me."
Dead Girl...
Warren’s face slightly tensed, and his black eyes narrowed a bit, exuding a chilly aura.
This time he really didn’t need to sneak a peek at Ashley’s phone. He thought he knew what Ashley’s nickname for him was.
Prescott.
Dead Girl.
Heh, that’s really original, it was the first time he heard someone call him that.
He swore, at that moment he truly had the impulse to strangle Ashley Shaw.
He only heard Ariana say, "I’m not putting in a good word for him; I’m just standing as an intermediary. But, do you think he likes you? Otherwise, why would he bring you to the hospital? After all, you just drank too much; resting would be fine."
Strangely, Warren’s heart lifted.
Ashley Shaw said, "Because it’s not just that I drank too much; I also have a concussion."
"Huh? A concussion? Did it happen at Hailey Hayes’s place?"
"Yeah! So don’t curse me; he’s probably just afraid of me dying in front of him, then he’d have to take responsibility. So don’t say he likes me; that’s too scary!"
Afterward, whatever Ashley Shaw and Ariana Grant said, he didn’t even hear anymore.
He could only hear Ashley Shaw’s words repeatedly echoing in his mind, "Don’t say he likes me; that’s too scary."
Does he liking her sound so terrifying to her?
Is his affection so detestable to her?
Warren closed his eyes, initially intending to calm his emotions, but the anger in his chest only became more obvious.
He was really infuriated.
"Hey? Sir, what are you doing here?"
Behind him came the voice of a nurse coming to change shifts.
The chatter inside fell silent, and Warren gave an icy cold glare that made the nurse feel as if a hand was tightly gripping his throat.
Warren withdrew his gaze and knocked on the door.
Ashley Shaw’s voice came from inside, "Come in."
Warren stepped inside.
Only to see that both people were looking at him with eyes full of terror—clearly worried if he had heard their conversation.
The more Warren thought about it, the angrier he got.
Originally, he intended to act as if he hadn’t heard anything, but then thought, why should he?
Why should he be the one to hold back?
He looked at Ashley Shaw’s still pale face with a smirk, "Is ’Dead Girl’ a pleasant nickname?"
The next moment, two blushing patches quickly appeared on Ashley Shaw’s palm-sized face.
Warren finally felt that the stuffy feeling in his chest had eased a bit.
Ashley Shaw felt so awkward she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Heavens help her, she wasn’t someone who liked to talk about others behind their back, but this time she got caught right in the act.
"I’m sorry... I, I didn’t mean anything by it."
Ariana Grant, the heartless friend, let out a nervous laugh and said, "The IV is almost done, I’ll go call the nurse."
With that said, she fled out of the hospital room like a bolt, leaving "Dead Girl" with Ashley Shaw alone.
Internally, Ashley cursed "damn it," but could only continue speaking stiffly, "We were just kidding, don’t take it to heart."
Without waiting for Warren’s next words, Ashley changed the subject, "By the way, what’s the reason you’re back? Did you forget something?"
"It’s certainly not to hear my nickname."
Ashley Shaw’s face turned even redder.
Failed to change the subject.
"I’m sorry..."
After thinking it over, she could only apologize.
Warren asked, "What about you?"
"Uh?" She didn’t respond for a moment, not knowing what Warren was asking.
"I asked, what’s your nickname?"
Ashley Shaw knew she couldn’t get away without answering and had to bite the bullet, "Debt."
"?"
"My nickname is Debt."
As soon as the words fell, she indeed saw Warren’s expression improve significantly.
Dead Girl, Debt, neither were good terms, and Warren’s mood went from gloomy to cloudy.
She heard him half-smilingly say, "That name fits your situation."
Ashley Shaw was dazed for a moment and quickly realized he was referring to the fact that she went to borrow money from Grandpa Prescott to settle a bill today.
Her face turned from red to black, coldly asking again, "Did you come back because you left something behind?"
"Yes."
"?" Did he really leave something?
The next moment, Warren threw a square-shaped object onto her bed.
Ashley Shaw felt a weight on her knee and looked down to see her own phone.
Her heart instantly tightened, a look of unprecedented panic flashed in her eyes.
In her phone, there was...