In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 246

No matter how hard I struggled, he ignored it and coaxed me in a semi-domineering manner instead.

I dug my nails into his skin, scratching him wildly as I cursed, “You’re a b*stard, Ashton!”

“Yes, I am!”

I began to suspect that he hadn’t touched a woman at all during this period of time as he acted like a starved beast, ravaging me without restraint.

After the deed was done, he leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

Under the dim light, I could discern the scratch marks on his sturdy chest. There were even faint bloodstains in a few spots.

I wanted to get up and wash my body, but his arms were wrapped around me, forcing my head to lie against his chest.

The smell of tobacco permeated the air in the room. When he finished smoking his cigarette, he said in a deep voice, “Let’s set a date and time. I’ll accompany you to see a psychiatrist.”

I was dumbfounded for a moment, arching my neck to look at him. After he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, I finally came to my senses and pursed my lips. “No!”

Besides finding me unresponsive, I couldn’t think of any other reason he would suggest something like that right after we had sex.

I had never thought of getting treatment after my pregnancy. When there were already so many problems with my body, one more wouldn’t make a difference.

Leveling my gaze with his, I said nonchalantly, “If you can’t feel anything from me, you can look elsewhere from now on.”

Ashton’s brows snapped together, and he scooted down on the bed expressionlessly, then pinned me with a savage gaze. “Look elsewhere? Scarlett, you really don’t know when to stop, do you? I want you to go for treatment because I don’t want you to hurt anymore. And right now, you’re unwell both physically and emotionally.”

As I was enveloped in his arms, most of the light was blocked by his body. I frowned, not liking this cramped enclosure one bit. “This isn’t the first day you know about my health problems. In fact, I have so many. How are you going to treat them all?” I challenged softly.

Without waiting for him to reply, I wriggled out of his embrace and went to the bathroom.

When I came out, he was sitting on the bed with the blanket covering his lower body and his phone in one hand. He looked at me and instructed, “Jared is downstairs. Change your clothes and go down to get yourself… treated.”

What?

I threw the bath towel aside and replied coldly, “He can’t treat me.”

Ashton frowned. “Why not? He’s a doctor.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “If I tell Dr. Crest that I’m unresponsive, what do you think he’ll say? That I’m the problem? Or…” I trailed off.

He knew what I was implying perfectly well.

Seeing his brows furrowed together, I kindly reminded him, “I’m only unresponsive to you, so Mr. Fuller, I suggest that you find some time to get yourself checked.”

When his face darkened, I immediately walked out of the bedroom because challenging a man’s limits had consequences that I couldn’t handle.

Sure enough, the moment I stepped out of the bedroom, a furious roar reverberated from inside. “Scarlett!” Following that was the sound of glass shattering.