In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 142

Watching Mrs. Eriksen panic, I placed my handful of bayberries into the basket and chuckled, “It’s okay. There are only a few left. I’ll be done once I get them.”

After picking the fruits by the end of the branches, I uttered as I held onto Ashton’s head, “I’m done. Put me down.”

Beside us, Mrs. Eriksen was wracked with worry as she held onto the basket. “You young people are too daring. Don’t you know how dangerous this is?”

As Ashton was quite fit from his usual workout sessions, he held onto my waist and carried me down.

Once my foot touched the ground, I looked at the sweat beading on his forehead. After stiffening for a second, I laughed, “Why are you sweating? Am I that heavy?”

He gave me a small smile and spat out the bayberry in his mouth. “I have two people on my shoulders. What do you think?”

I froze for a second before touching my stomach. Recently, I had been feeling that the baby was growing by the day.

Just then, Ashton’s phone rang, and he walked aside as he accepted the call. Hence, I took the basket from Mrs. Eriksen and entered the living room.

As I soaked the bayberries in saltwater, my eyes could not help but drift toward the garden, feeling nervous.

The only call he would take while avoiding me was from Rebecca.

At a certain point in life, people would think of taking extreme actions. I couldn’t control myself and flip the bowl of saltwater.

I did it deliberately.

The noise was loud, and Mrs. Eriksen rushed in. Looking at the mess, she looked at me worriedly and asked, “What’s the matter? Are you injured?”

I shook my head before glancing at Ashton without any expressions on my face. He walked toward me and looked at me from head to toe. Realizing that I was fine, he sighed in relief. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I answered. Looking at the bayberries scattered on the floor, I suddenly lost interest in washing them. Thus, I turned and retreated to the bedroom.

Behind me, I heard Mrs. Eriksen’s murmur. “Mr. Ashton, if you’re free, I think you should bring Letty to the hospital. I think she’s not well.”

Am I not? Isn’t mental exhaustion an illness?

After returning to my room, I still felt upset, so I ended up calling Macy.

The call went through after a few rings. “Letty!”

“Hey. How are things on your side?” I did not know what else to say.

However, Macy seemed excited. “Yes, let me tell you, this place is beautiful! The plums around the house are all ripe, and they taste amazing. I’ll send some to you in a few days, so watch out for the mailman.”

She sounded happy.