Chapter Twelve: Help Me

Ashton couldn't care less, acting like he was in his own world. He then grabbed Layla around the waist, looking all smug as he attempted to plant a kiss on her. Layla dodged his advances, discreetly squeezing his hand that held her waist and gritting her teeth while pressing her heel against his foot. Meanwhile, Doris, completely missing the tension between them, saw them being lovey-dovey as usual. Ashton picked up his phone to show he meant business and instructed, "Get Poppy off the shooting site. My wife isn't happy about it, and I don't want her around anymore." Layla couldn't help but roll her eyes, marveling once again at his incredible acting skills. It was hard to believe that the same man who had thrown divorce papers at her just recently and kicked her out of the house with another woman now appeared so affectionate. Meanwhile, Doris nodded her head in approval, her gaze fixated on Ashton with even more admiration. "I'm glad you're in love. What matters most now for you