Rebecca got home angry and seething. She was so confused. Why?Why?!Why the hell was Ashton and Elizabeth Cooper bonding more than they should have?The more she thought about it, the more it infuriated her and she just kept getting upset and upset and upset. She angrily slammed the door to her car and walked into the building. She got into the living room in time to see Myles Jameson take a sip of his drink. He was comfortably seated on one of her mother's white expensive as shit couches. Couches which Rebecca had bought herself. Rebecca seriously fought the strong urge to roll her eyes back at him. She wondered why he kept lingering around her apartment. What the hell did he want? He was only by a thin line lucky that he wasn't yet in her list of those whom she would b exacting her revenge on. Again the key word of emphasis on the word 'yet'. Rebecca made to totally ignore Myles and walk to her room when she spotted her mother coming out from the wine bar with a bottle in hand. N

Ashton Pearce sat in the comfortable leather chair from across Thomas Gomez, who lounged casually behind his desk in his office, a playful grin spread across his face as he sat there. The office was not so properly lit, the evening was fast coming, one could tell this through the tall windows. The rich scent of polished wood and old books filled the room, it mingled with the faint aroma of coffee from a cup that had long since gone cold on Thomas’ desk. Thomas eyed the coffee. He wasn't going to drink it. He couldn't even remember when he took that coffee. His assistant wasn't doing a good job at all. “You’re really going to sit there and tell me you’re not interested in Elizabeth Cooper?” Thomas teased Ashton, he leaned back into hos seat with a satisfied smirk on his thin lips. “After everything that’s happened?” he asked him. Ashton was visibly uncomfortable he shifted uneasily in his seat. His hands fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve as he glanced around the room in a furtile

Ashton Pearce barely slept that night. He simply could not. His thoughts were rather consumed by the ashwagandha plant, by Elizabeth Cooper, and by the implications of what he was about to do. The more he thought about it, the more he felt an urgent need to visit the Coopers’ villa as soon as possible. He had to know more. He just had to confirm his suspicions.The following morning, luckily it was a weekend and so there was no work, Ashton got ready and prepared to visit the Coopers' villa. The nervous energy that coursed through him the night before had settled into something more resolute. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his collar, he reminded himself that this was about more than just a flower and not necessarily that he wanted to see Elizabeth and had to take extra care in dressing to impress her. Ahem. But it was about the truth, about understanding the connection he felt toward this plant and, more importantly, how it was related to Elizabeth.By the time A