In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 475

Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go home. Mommy’s upset.”

Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the restaurant.

Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.

When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”

He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”

He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing his laughter as he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m the one who slapped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.

Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s going on?”

Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked, “Did y-you take it out yet?”

He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able to compose himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.

Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d reversed it or not.

Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the rumors that were swirling around.

“Take what out again?” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, a questioning gaze in his eyes.

Blushing, I said, “The vasectomy clips. Did y-you take them out?”

His shock soon morphed into laughter. He looked at me with his brows raised. “If you want to have kids, I’d be happy to remove them.”

My brain stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take them out or not?

“You’ll become infertile if you keep the clips on for too long!” Four years was a long time. I didn’t know if his fertility was already affected.

He laughed lightly. “Don’t worry. Your husband is a healthy man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll be up for it too. Any number is good.”

I didn’t want to continue bantering with him over this. Adopting a serious tone, I said, “Let’s make an appointment tomorrow and get the clips removed.”

Even if we’re destined to leave each other in the end, I don’t want him to ruin his chances of ever having kids in the future.

He looked at me and laughed. “We’re not in a rush to have kids.”

In the end, we didn’t manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s vasectomy due to his busy schedule.

But little did I expect that I was the first person to be notified about Nancy’s death.

It was the end of September when the autumn rains came frequently. I rarely left the house as I was busy preparing for my exams.

When I received the text, I was surprised. It was a short one: Turn on the TV. Wait for her death.