In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 57

Unfortunately, Ashton rejected my request to wear heels. In his own words, pregnant women shouldn’t wear high heels.

There was just no winning with him. But 3cm heels are not tall at all!

It wasn’t until we got back into my car that I realized he took me to the shopping mall just to get an outfit.

“Ashton Fuller!” I pouted my lips and protested as he started the car.

“Yes?” This man was a serious driver. He took a quick glance at me before his eyes were back on the road.

“I’m mad at you.” I wasn’t sure why I was irritated, but my anger had to be vented. I thought he was finally being nice to me and going to take me shopping.

The man raised his eyebrows, seeming bemused by me. “What are you mad at?”

What am I mad at?

Err…

I have no idea either!

I just kept quiet and tried to suppress my frustration. My hand was suddenly enclosed by his. A warm feeling channeled from my hand to my heart. A dulcet, pleasant voice flowed out of Ashton’s mouth as he spoke, “Being emotional is bad for the baby, so don’t be angry.”

Yeah, right!

Some sweet moments could really last forever. Years later, memories like this one would be the only thing that I could still hold on to.

Our car stopped in front of a lavish and elegantly designed villa. I was befuddled. “So when you said we’d be meeting a few people, you actually meant we’re visiting someone?”

Ashton gestured for me to get out of the car and handed the car key to the valet parking driver. He then leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Just meeting a few friends.”

Why did he have to make everything so secretive!

I followed him into the villa and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman welcoming us with a broad beam across her face. “It’s been a while, Ashton.”

Then, the woman turned to me and smiled politely. “And this must be Mrs. Fuller?”

Cameron shook her head and quickly added, “That’s the problem, Mr. Clinton. I was just sharing this with Mrs. Fuller the other day. Bless her, such a nice girl. She actually got a friend of hers to go looking for it. And guess what happened? Her friend’s now being locked up at the police station!”

I was stunned for a few seconds and then realized she was referring to me when she said ‘Mrs. Fuller.’

She said we met the other day? And since when were we this close?

I turned to Ashton to gain some clarity, but he was looking at Clinton casually.

Clinton was a clever person. After all, he did not climb all the way to his position by being insensitive. He knew in an instant that Cameron was dropping hints. His weathered eyes, however, were looking for my way when he said, “I didn’t know you and Cameron are so close. May I know what’s your friend’s name so that I can check on this? If it’s indeed a misunderstanding, it’d be unfair to your friend.”

I got up and held out my glass of orange juice toward Clinton and thanked him in my sweetest voice possible, “Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Clinton. Her name is Macy Markle, about my age. I’m pregnant, so I’ll toast you with this orange juice instead. Really appreciate your help.”

Clinton let out a hearty laugh and said, “I like your attitude. Cheers!”

Phew, it sounds like Macy would be okay after all.

As we continued to drink and dine, the guests were more loosened up.