In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 135

I froze before muttering, “I’m going back for lunch at Peakville Estate. Mrs. Eriksen will be there.”

He sneered, “If my guess is right, you’ll probably lose your appetite after going back. After all, Ashton had been in K City’s hospital for half a month, and you’ve never expressed even a bit of concern for him. What kind of husband do you think will be able to tolerate such indifference?”

As he spoke, he leaned closer to me in a suggestive position.

I shifted my body to keep a distance from him and snarled, “I don’t think I can savor my food while eating with you.”

“You can ignore my presence,” he suggested as his dark eyes looked out of the window with a grin. I could sense the arrogance oozing out from him.

Turning around, I spotted a black Jeep parked close by. Soon, the car window winded down.

Ashton!

I had not seen him for half a month, and he looked tired. However, his weariness did not affect his good looks, and I could see that his eyes were fixed in our direction.

I could not decipher whether he was happy or sad from his gaze.

Instinctively, I pushed away John, who was in my personal space. However, when I raised my hand, John grabbed my wrist with a smile and pulled me into his arms.

He then looked in Ashton’s direction with a taunting smile and ordered the driver, “Drive.”

Then, the car window wound up again, and we were gone. I shoved John aside as my chest rose and fell from the anger I felt.

“John, there’s seriously something wrong with you!” Evidently, he was trying to infuriate Ashton.

After letting me go, he leaned back in the chair and muttered nonchalantly, “Have you just found out?”

Speechless, wrath overcame me, and I wished I could shred him like paper. In the end, all I could do was shoot him a glare before twisting my head to look out of the window, ignoring him.

Soon, we reached the restaurant. As John had pre-ordered the meals, the moment we took our seats, the servers served us.

As I was angry, I only ate a little of the food. After elegantly eating a few mouthfuls of the food, John lazily raised a brow at me.

“Is the food not to your liking?”

I sensed something different about him in comparison to five years ago, but I could not pinpoint what was the change exactly. Shaking my head, I replied, “I’m not hungry.”

He frowned and supported his head in his hand before looking at me. “Don’t pregnant women eat a lot?”