But her ankle was sprained. The moment she tried to stand, pain shot through her, and she winced.
"Want me to carry you?"
"No, thanks. I don't like being touched by men I don't know," Ashley refused flatly.
Howard sighed. 'She really doesn't remember anything,' he thought. 'Not even my sexual orientation.'
"Alright, we'll take it slow then." Howard still offered her his arm, but Ashley was stubborn. She'd rather limp along, steadying herself against the railing, than lean on him.
After a long drive, the car finally reached the castle on the mountaintop. At night, with the mountain range as its backdrop, the castle looked utterly terrifying.
Ashley threw open the car door and rushed out, oblivious to the fact that her ankle had already swollen to the size of a steamed bun.
Howard glanced at her, shook his head, then quickly ran up the steps and rang the doorbell.
A Filipina maid opened the door, and Howard immediately instructed her to help Ashley.
