In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 1324

This man is clearly taking advantage of the situation!

But since I had already set the ball rolling, I couldn’t back out so soon. Closing my eyes, I steeled myself, prepared to go all out.

Drawing a sharp breath, I raised my hands to cup Ashton’s face and kissed him more passionately.

I could feel him smirking against my lips, obviously satisfied with my enthusiasm. In the next second, he suddenly reached out to push me away.

Of course, it was just an act and he didn’t actually put any force into it. I pretended to stumble two steps backward before standing firm.

The carefree expression on Ashton’s chiseled face morphed into impatience as he straightened his coat. Then, he chided, “Scarlett, I’ve already made it clear to you that I no longer have feelings for you. You’re out to make my life difficult, aren’t you?”

We probably succeeded in making Thora and Herman believe that Ashton truly resented me.

Meanwhile, I was caught between laughing and crying. The glee in Ashton’s voice was tangible; he was obviously happy about that bonus kiss.

You’re enjoying this very much, aren’t you, Ashton?

Since I was the one who started it, I had to see this to the end. Hence, I continued playing along and said, “You’re not the only one who has a say in this relationship. As long as I still have feelings for you, you can forget about freeing yourself from me.”

Ashton narrowed his eyes a fraction, pretending to look like he was at his wits’ end as he scanned me up and down. Due to my in-depth understanding of him, I could easily detect the delight in his eyes.

Hearing our conversation, Herman taunted, “I have to say, Ms. Stovall. You really aren’t like other women.”

Only then did I turn around to look at them, feigning innocence as I replied, “Mr. Trivett, what a coincidence. We meet again.”

Herman looked at me, then at Ashton. Stuffing both hands into his pockets and straightening his posture, he said in a mocking tone, “Yes, a coincidence it is, but this is the male washroom. Isn’t it a little too appropriate for someone of your status to approach a man like this, Ms. Stovall? After all, you have the Moores and the Stovalls’ reputations to consider, no?”