Jason laughed. “No. You don't think I'm doing this half-heartedly, do you?”
Ashley shrugged.
“I'm really enjoying myself here,” Jason glanced at Ashley's blank drawing paper, “Next time, you might want to come here occasionally. Not during events like this. But on a regular day at the end of the month to volunteer. We can cook together, clean this place, play… and many other things."
Jason looked at Ashley, giving her a light nod as encouragement to make her interested in his suggestion.
However, Ashley, who had just returned here after years away, was hesitant due to the unfamiliar feeling that was sabotaging her emotions. All the staff at the orphanage had changed, and the children she once knew were no longer there. Only Mrs. Yoon remained as the sole person still living here.
Additionally, she was unsure whether she had the time and permission from her mother to get involved in the orphanage's activities. Up until now, every event or activity she attended or participated in had to be approved by her mother first.
Jason hadn't taken his eyes off Ashley as he waited for her answer. This forced Ashley to respond with anything just to make him stop pressing her.
“I'll ask my mother first.“
”Eh—why? Just come. You don't need permission from anyone to be a volunteer. Just tell Mrs. Yoon."
However, instead of being satisfied with that diplomatic answer, the man unconsciously pressed her further.
Ashley remained silent at that moment. She was trying to come up with a good reason for a temporary refusal, as she herself couldn't guarantee whether she had the right to approve Jason's sudden proposal or not. Her mother had to know first before she made any decisions. But she couldn't tell Jason about this unreasonable rule, unless she wanted to be laughed at. Or worse, if she spoke carelessly, it might only fuel the strange rumors about their family that were already circulating.
Fortunately, as Ashley was feeling overwhelmed, a shelter staff member suddenly approached her and said she had been called by her mother to take a photo with one of the media reporters.
Like a breath of fresh air, Ashley immediately bid farewell to Jason as if their recent conversation had never happened.
Ashley quickly disappeared from Jason's view behind a crowd of orphans who were already waiting for the photo session in question.
A few moments later, assuming the session was over, Jason approached the buffet table, took two glasses of cold drinks, and waited for Ashley to appear. When Ashley was seen emerging from the crowd and halfway back toward the drawing table, Jason stopped in his tracks.
He extended the glass in his right hand to Ashley.
“I'm sorry. You must have felt uncomfortable because I suddenly asked you to join as a volunteer.”
Ashley awkwardly accepted the drink and held it, not drinking it immediately.
“It's okay. I… just… really didn't know if I could join or not. That's all.“
”So,” Jason tapped his glass filled with syrup against the one Ashley was holding. “Am I forgiven?” Then he smiled with raised eyebrows.
Ashley laughed lightly. Then nodded.
Jason then extended his hand to point toward the buffet table near them. “Want to chat while eating some snacks?”
When Jason offered that, Ashley suddenly remembered the old woman who had fallen with her.
“Ah—right! I heard you went back to visit Minu and her grandmother, right?”
Jason smiled and nodded.
Ashley, remembering the very inopportune timing—when her mother and mother-in-law suddenly came to visit her house the day after the incident—sighed regretfully. Her shoulders slumped and her forehead wrinkled sadly.
“Why?” Jason asked, finding Ashley's behavior odd.
"You really came the very next day.”
Jason nodded again lightly. As if all that wasn't something worth taking seriously.
"I couldn't come as I had planned.”
“Ah…” Jason finally understood why the girl was acting that way. ‘It's okay. I've taken care of it. The old woman also got a job at a factory near her house. She used to work in an office, so it wasn't hard to find her a position that wasn't too strenuous. It's suitable for someone her age.’
Ashley tilted her head, ”You—you got her a job too?”
Jason nodded slightly again.
Ashley smiled this time, looking at the man with deep emotion.
“You took my place looking for her cart. You even managed to find the child who stole her wallet. And… you also gave her a job. I should have thanked you sooner.” Ashley continued to look at Jason with great respect, “Thank you.”
Jason laughed heartily, “It's nothing. And there's no need to thank me. You don't owe me anything. Besides, I only helped a little.”
“Your help means a lot to them. Their lives can change for the better because of you.”
“Well,” Jason shrugged, “that's good if it can be like that.”
“That means I owe you a favor. You took my place in helping Minu and her grandmother.“
”Yeah, I couldn't do anything because I ended up arriving before you. That's why you should have come sooner, so I wouldn't have beaten you to it."
Ashley laughed, ”We're like competing to do good deeds.”
“That's good, right?“ Jason replied, ‘Better than competing to do bad things?’
They both laughed. Then they stopped when Jason asked.
”So why didn't you come?”
Ashley paused for a moment, weighing whether she should answer truthfully or make up a little lie.
But in the end, she told him exactly what had happened.
"My mother and your mother came to visit the day after the incident. That's why I couldn't go to their house. My injuries also caused me to have a fever and made it difficult to move.”
Jason was slightly surprised, and concern showed on his face. “Your injuries were severe at the time. What happened to you afterward? Did you get sick because of the injuries?”
“I just had a fever. The doctor said it was normal because it was the body's reaction to fight the infection. And when the wounds dried up, I found it hard to move. That's all. After the wounds healed and my skin improved, I could resume my usual activities."
Jason looked at Ashley with sympathy.
“I should have visited you back then.“ His tongue clicked involuntarily, showing regret. ‘But at the time, I was too busy with my work to even think about your condition.’
”It's okay. It wasn't that bad that I needed a visit. It was just a regular wound. My body was just too weak to cause such a fever.” Ashley laughed softly.
She only thought about the possibility of Jason visiting her at that moment. Fortunately, he hadn't done so. She had gone to great lengths not to tell anyone about the incident and let it pass. If Jason had shown up and told the truth, her mother might have made everything complicated and spread it everywhere.
“But you got hurt because you avoided my car. I should have been responsible not just to that old woman, but to you too.” Josh glanced at Ashley, ”I didn't hear anything from you after that. Nothing at all.”
Ashley smiled faintly. She didn't know what to say. Besides the fact that her own situation was complicated, and she didn't have Jason's contact number—it would be even more complicated if she asked Josh for it—she felt it was better to end the incident without bringing it up at all.
“Why? Is there something you can't say?” Jason narrowed his eyes, as if he could read Ashley's mind.
Without thinking, her hand reached for Josh's work bag, lifting it and placing it by the table like a habit forged over years of marriage. It was automatic, almost unconscious. But the moment she realized what she’d done, Ashley froze. Her fingers hovered in mid-air, and she blinked rapidly, as if her mind were chasing its own awareness.She quickly dismissed her surprise, forcing a casual tone into her voice. “Oh, I ran into an old friend today—someone I knew back in New Zealand,” she said, walking to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water.Josh was changing out of his shoes and into house slippers. “A friend?” he asked. “What’s his name?”“Mark,” Ashley replied with a nod. “He was a senior back in school. Helped me out a lot when I first moved there. Really kind.”Josh glanced up. “Mark… He’s a guy?”Ashley nodded again. “Yeah. He owns his own company now. An online travel agency. We caught up for a bit, and he offered me a job—something design-related for his company.”Josh, who
Ashley chose a simple white blouse with long sleeves and a pair of dark jeans—comfortable but unpretentious. She slipped her phone into her bag, put on her sunglasses, and stepped quietly out of the house without telling anyone. She needed to get out. To breathe. To have some space.Los Angeles wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. She had been here several times before during college trips, but always as a tourist. This time, it was different. Now she was a resident, although she felt more like a guest in her husband’s home.She walked a few blocks until she found a small café tucked away on a street corner. The warmth inside, the aroma of coffee and butter, and the cozy hum of quiet conversations felt like a pause button on reality. She took a seat by the window, ordered a cappuccino and a slice of red velvet cake, and pulled out her phone.Her right thumb swiped through screens, opening websites for courses, training programs, art communities, and even part-time job listings. She knew she wa
In the dining room, the only sound was the occasional clink of cutlery against plates. Ashley stared at her food without really eating. Josh, sitting across from her, seemed calm. He ate at a steady pace—neither rushed nor completely relaxed—as if trying to maintain a neutral atmosphere, something difficult to achieve after the tense nights before.Finally, Ashley put down her fork. Josh looked up, his eyebrows slightly raised. “Full?”Ashley nodded, then met his gaze directly. “Can I ask you something?”Josh didn’t answer with words, just gave a small nod—an invitation to speak.Ashley took a deep breath, carefully choosing her words.She sat at the dining table, her spoon suspended mid-air. The last bite of her creamy corn soup never reached her mouth. Josh sat opposite her, busy cutting a piece of roast beef as if the world around him needed no attention.Silence enveloped them like a thick fog, heavy and directionless.“Why did you come to me?” Ashley’s voice finally broke the
When Ashley opened her eyes, the soft morning light seeped through the narrow crack in the bedroom curtains, casting a warm golden hue that gently bathed the room. The quiet was almost reverent—too quiet, in a way that made the space feel unreal, as if she were floating in a vacuum where time had briefly stopped.She turned her head slowly to the side.The pillow on the other side of the bed lay perfectly untouched. The sheets showed no sign of disturbance—no creases or folds where Josh’s body would have pressed into them. There was none of that familiar scent he always left behind, the subtle trace of his presence lingering in the fabric.Suddenly, an empty ache settled inside her chest.She sat up carefully, folding her knees close to her chest, letting her mind drift back to the night before. It wasn’t the kiss or any touch that consumed her thoughts, but rather the way Josh had looked at her when she pulled away—his eyes carrying a quiet, restrained disappointment, not anger, but
They stood there, the distance between them shrinking ever so slightly, the quiet of the night wrapping around their shared uncertainty like a fragile cocoon.Ashley’s mind raced with doubts, memories, and fears. But beneath it all, something new was stirring—something like trust.She lifted her hand tentatively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I want to try, Josh. I really do. But I need time.”Josh smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and warmed her soul. “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”She smiled back, a flicker of relief breaking through the tension.“Thank you,” she said softly.They stood on the balcony a while longer, wrapped in silence that felt less like distance and more like an unspoken agreement: to be patient, to be kind, and to be real with each other—no matter how messy or slow the path might be.As the stars twinkled overhead, Ashley realized that for the first time in a long while, she wasn’t alone in the darkness.And m
The night breeze had grown colder by the time Josh’s lips found Ashley’s again. This kiss was different—deeper, less tentative, filled with a passion that had been quietly bottled up for far too long. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her neck, sliding down to the nape with a gentle caress that sent tremors rippling through her skin, all the way to her heart.Ashley responded, but at first, it was hesitant, cautious, like she was testing the waters of an ocean she wasn’t sure she wanted to dive into. Gradually, she began to melt into the touch, her body relaxing, surrendering to the warmth spreading from his hands to her very core. She felt Josh’s fingers glide down her arm, then wander lower, pressing softly against the side of her waist. His hand gently squeezed the bottom edge of the oversized shirt she’d borrowed, lifting it just enough to reveal a sliver of bare skin—her stomach, pale and smooth beneath the dim glow of the balcony lights.Everything happened too fast—too c