In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 33

What way?

I didn’t voice this question. Everyone had their own way of thinking, so I didn’t know what Jared meant. All I knew was that this child belonged to me alone.

Ashton never had any feelings for me to begin with. If Grandpa were still alive, I could probably stay by Ashton’s side for a few more years, but he was gone, so I didn’t have the confidence to continue holding onto him.

Risking my child to do it wasn’t a wise choice.

Silence stretched out between us before I spoke again. “Since I’m pregnant now, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you for the time being. As for everything else, I have my own plans. Thank you, Dr. Crest.”

He probably thought I didn’t understand him as a crease formed between his brows, but he didn’t say any more.

He sighed. “I have something to do later on. Remember to eat your medicine. I’ll take off first.”

After seeing him off, I didn’t eat the bowl of ginger carrot soup Ashton cooked for me as my stomach felt slightly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because I was still in the early stage of pregnancy, I didn’t have any morning sickness, but I really didn’t have an appetite.

I had just gone back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed when my phone rang. It was an unknown number, but I picked it up anyway.

Half a beat passed before the person on the other end spoke. “It’s me, Rebecca!”

I blinked in surprise, then frowned. “Do you need something from me, Ms. Larson?”

“Let’s talk! I’ve sent you the address!”

Before I had the chance to refute, the line went dead.

I couldn’t fathom why Rebecca was looking for me now.

I bet it had something to do with Ashton though.

But what made her think that I would rush over to meet her just because she told me to? Looking at the address she sent to me, I took a screenshot and sent it to Ashton with a single sentence beneath it. Ms. Larson asked me to meet her, but I was afraid that I might get triggered and end up punching her, so I declined.

Ashton called me not long after the message was delivered.

I answered the call and leaned on the balcony railing while enjoying the scenery, then said in a carefree voice, “Yes, Mr. Fuller?”

After saying this, I could almost picture the frown on his face. “Where are you?” he asked in an unhappy tone.

“Home.”

“Mm.” There was a brief pause. “Rest well at home!”