In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 292

Knowing that he was fuming on the inside, I did not make him angrier anymore. When I returned to the bedroom, he was not around, and I was sure he must have gone to the study.

I then went to wash up in the bathroom. It had anti-slip tiles, so I usually took off my house slippers when I went in.

However, I somehow managed to slip and fall a few steps into the bathroom.

“Ah!” I shrieked in fear.

Bang! The bedroom door burst open to reveal Ashton, panting by the doorway. It seemed like he had rushed over.

When he saw me on the floor, he frowned as he lifted me up into his arms. “Are you hurt?”

“I sprained my ankle.”

He then reached out to pinch my ankle, and I could not help but gasp from the pain. “Ouch!”

“So you know it hurts?” he snarled. “Do you use your eyes to breathe?”

Pouting, I whispered, “How am I to know that the floor is so slippery. Who in their right mind would want to fall?”

He gave me a taunting look. “Who can you blame if you were the one to not watch where you were going?” After a pause, he continued, “What were you about to do?”

“Shower!” Why does he have such a terrible temper?

He placed me gently into the bathtub and filled the tub before coldly saying, “Do you need me to wash you?”

“No need!” came my quick reply.

He continued, staring at me apathetically. “It’s as if you’ve lost your parents-in-law when his parents died, Scarlett Stovall.”

I-

What kind of logic is that?

How did he even connect this to that?

“Ashton, is this fun for you? It’s not whatever you think it is; I slipped on accident. Moreover, Marcus helped me in the past, and now that he’s having so many troubles. What’s wrong with me helping him a little? Have I ever said anything about your relationship with Rebecca? Besides, there’s nothing between Marcus and me.”

Ashton was being melodramatic. If not for Marcus’ appearance back then, I would have died with the baby. Now that he was facing such a tragedy and there was no one around him he could talk to. What was wrong with me being concerned about him as a friend?

“Ha!” He barked out a laugh. “Do you have to help him in this way? Scarlett, do you think you’re the only one who knows how to repay a favor? Will it kill you to get someone to take care of Marcus instead?”

“Sure! You get someone to do that, then!” I huffed. “If that’s the case, you could’ve found someone to take care of Rebecca, too. Why did you have to do it yourself then?”

The anger overwhelmed him and took away his words for a moment. With an expression as dark as charcoal, he uttered, “Stop talking about things from the past. Hurry up and shower. Call me when you’re done.”

“There’s no need for that!” I was furious, too. “I can do this myself!”

His lips twisted into a sneer. “You can? Are you planning to jump out of the tub and slip one more time? Are you that keen to cripple yourself?”