In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 107

“I’m the owner!” I then showed them my identity card and land title. “This lady entered my house without my permission. Look, she even broke quite a number of valuable items. Please help me, officers.”

“All right, Ms. Stovall. Are you hurt anywhere?” one of the cops asked as he gave me back the documents.

I shook my head.

Perhaps, Rebecca had never experienced this kind of humiliation. Her eyes glowed with a towering rage as she snarled, “You b*tch!”

The cops hurriedly took her away.

I looked at the mess in the living hall and let out a deep sigh. Instead of cleaning the broken vases, however, I simply went straight back to my room.

I jumped right into bed after taking a shower.

All of a sudden, I heard the doorbell ring loudly. At first, I ignored it, thinking that my mind was playing tricks on me.

However, the doorbell rang for the second time a few moments after.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, wondering who had come to disturb me at this hour.

I looked at the surveillance camera and saw Jared dressed in a black suit, standing outside the door.

What’s he doing here at 2 a.m.?

I opened the door and gave him a confused look. “Anything of importance, Dr. Crest?”

He looked at me and heaved a sigh of relief. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

I was taken aback by his crude question. “Oh, I set it on silent mode and went to sleep. Is there anything urgent?”

He entered the villa and collapsed on the couch, looking exhausted. “Ashton wants you to bring some soup to the hospital. He wants to eat something.”

I did not know how to react to such a ridiculous request. “There are so many restaurants in the hospital. Why can’t you just buy something for him?”

The man massaged his forehead and answered, “He wants you to cook for him and deliver the soup to him personally.”

“Now?” What the hell is wrong with that man? Is he trying to torture me?

Looking at how tired Jared was and the dark circles beneath his eyes, I sighed and said, “Fine. I’ll cook and bring the food to the hospital. Why don’t you stay here for a night? Pick one of the guest rooms and get a good rest.”

Poor guy. How can Ashton torture him like this?

Jared, who was already half-asleep, nodded gently and dozed off on the couch right away.

After making sure he was comfortable, I went to the kitchen and began cooking. The second time I walked out to the living hall to check on Jared, he was already sound asleep.

Since I alone could not carry him up to the guest room, I went upstairs to get him a pillow and a blanket instead.