In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 249

I was absolutely dumbfounded. “Does Cameron know about this?”

“No one else knew the truth except Rebecca. I bet Joe is still in the dark about this too. Since Rebecca has claimed that it’s Ashton’s baby, I’m sure Cameron would have believed her words.” John shook his head.

Is that why Cameron tried so hard to get rid of my baby, so she could pave way for Rebecca’s?

“How about Ashton? Does he know about it?” Ashton seemed to have clarified that he had not had any physical intimacy with Rebecca.

John let out a cold snort. “He would be the stupidest man in the world if he himself doesn’t know it.”

That comment rendered me speechless for a moment.

Alright. Fine.

So did that mean Ashton took great care of Rebecca but had never touched her? Why didn’t he explain to me?

I would not have believed his words anyway. I guess he knew my temper better than I did.

Though, I really had to take my hat off to her brother, Parker. After all, he still managed to find a man who was willing to take good care of his sister even after so many years.

Despite knowing the baby was not his, Ashton was still willing to take on the responsibility.

“What are you thinking?” John patted me on the back. “My birthday is around the corner. You better get me a nice gift since I’ve helped you a lot.”

Dude…

I pressed my lips and asked, “What do you want for your birthday?”

“Anything!”

“Like a shirt? A necktie? Or a belt?” I ran out of ideas.

He looked at me and said in a serious tone, “No. I want you for my birthday.”

I scoffed, “Over my dead body.”

Hearing that, he was at a loss for words.

“Don’t buy things for me. Make me something special that I can appreciate.”

I did not know how to react to that. Are we still living in ancient times? Does he expect me to sew him a pouch?

It was already 11 p.m. by the time I returned to the villa. Ashton was still not back yet, and Mrs. Eriksen seemed to be sewing something in the living hall.

Upon noticing me standing by the door, she put aside her sewing kit and smiled at me. “Welcome home.”

I nodded gently and went to get myself a cup of water. Yet, there was only cold water in the dispenser.

Mrs. Eriksen said, “I may have damaged the water dispenser when I was mopping the floor earlier, and it’s too late to get someone to come and repair the device at this hour. Should I boil you some water?”

I shook my head. She then started packing her things and was ready to return to the rear house. She must have stayed up late to wait for me to come home. “You can go and rest now. I’ll go to bed soon.”

She pointed at the water dispenser. “But…”

“I’m not thirsty. You can go now!” I frowned involuntarily as I did not want to talk to anyone at this point.