In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 672

I pursed my lips and replied, “No. I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

“I want to see you.” He sounded like he was trying to stifle his emotions.

I want to see you.

It’s been a long time since I heard such sentimental words. I smiled as my heart filled with warmth.

“I’m fine, Ashton. Really.” I had wanted to tell him to live our own lives separately, but I knew that it would inevitably anger him.

“I’m not fine.” He sounded grouchy and emotional at the end of his tether. “Scarlett, everyone has their limits. I let you go when you wanted to leave. I was even willing to wait for you here. But you can’t continue to be away like this. The night-time loneliness is killing me and I don’t want to count on my memories to get past the nights. I want to see you, and I mean now.”

I was dumbfounded for a moment. This was the first time for me to hear Ashton pouring out his feelings with no reservations, and his voice had an edge to it.

If he was in front of me at this moment, I would have pulled him into a tight embrace and tell him that I miss him too.

“Thank you for taking good care of Summer, Ashton.” I changed the subject. I was afraid that I would not be able to control myself and tell him that I missed him. I was also afraid that if I were to appear in his life again, his world would be turned upside down.

He should be living a happy, married life, surrounded by children. But I was unable to give him a happy marriage, and I couldn’t even bear him any children. Leaving him was the best choice.

I could hear him asking in a rough voice, “Are you punishing me, Scarlett? If so, then tell me what I need to do so that you’ll come back to me?”

I was stunned and didn’t know what else to say. After a moment of silence, I decided to end the call as I was afraid to continue having this conversation with him. “I have to go, Ashton. I’m hanging up now.”

And with that, I hung up the phone and felt the sudden urge to cry. When did I become such a coward?

How pathetic!

Back at the company, Armond looked at me and asked irritably, “Scarlett, care to explain yourself?”

It was supposed to be a one-hour lunch break, but I ended up spending two hours making a police report. I was terribly late by the time I made it back to the office.

There was a deep frown on his face, he was clearly upset.

I told him everything, sparing no details, but he was still angry. “Whatever it is, it’s irresponsible of you to leave your post during working hours.”