Woke up to My Enemy… Acting Like My Boyfriend

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford.

Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry."

I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes.

"Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago."

"Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life."

"Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart."

Confusion is written all over my face.

I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

Ashton Ford ran an impatient hand through his hair when he saw me still lying motionlessly on the bed. He lit a cigarette as he strode over to me. He then leaned down and caged me between his arms.

I coughed violently when he blew a mouthful of smoke in my face. Unable to hold myself back, I slapped him hard across the face. "Do you have a death wish, Ashton?"

Ashton's cheek immediately reddened. However, he didn't seem to be angered at all. Instead, he licked his lips and grasped my chin.

"I admit that you look a lot like Elizabeth, but at the end of the day, you're not her. Take the money and leave. Don't try to curry favor with me again. Sunny will get angry."

Ashton's statement seemed to excite whoever was sending the comments.

"Look at how Ashton's protecting his wife! I love their dynamic so much—a delicate woman who's like the sun, and a cold and ruthless man. Who wouldn't love a couple like that?"

"Am I the only one who thinks that this woman is actually Elizabeth reborn? She's the spitting image of her."

"She probably got plastic surgery. The last time Sunny got angry, the woman whom she left in Ashton's bed also looked really similar to Elizabeth."

"The author isn't going to surprise us with something angsty, right? This slut needs to disappear right now. We only want to see the sweet romance between Ashton and Sunny."

"I'm not the first one, am I?" I asked suddenly, stunning Ashton momentarily.

"What?"

I stared into his eyes and asked again, "I'm not the first woman who looks like her who was left in your bed, right?"

Ashton laughed helplessly, sounding impossibly fond. "You're the ninth one. Sunny