Then again, I would never compliment him, but neither would I dare censure him.
After all, I wouldn’t want to provoke someone as vindictive as Ashton.
Even though I held my tongue, he wasn’t about to let me off that easily. “Ms. Stovall, you were the one who wanted me to behave myself, yet you’re now hugging me so tightly.”
He leaned in even closer and looked into my eyes. “Aren’t you being a little hypocritical here?”
As if he wasn’t annoying enough, he even had to emphasize the word “hypocritical.”
The entire process had felt like an eternity to me, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute. I doubt Gregory had seen or heard everything that transpired.
Even if he had, at his age, the boy probably wouldn’t have understood any of it.
True enough, Gregory was still waiting by the side and waving his little hands. “Ms. Stovall, I want a hug too.”
He looked and sounded so sweet and innocent that my heart immediately softened.
Ashton, on the other hand, had such a smirk on his face that I could only imagine the evil intentions that lurked behind that smile.
Compared to him, Gregory was an absolute angel.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Without any care for how I looked, I mustered up all my strength to wriggle out of Ashton’s embrace. Once I freed myself, I knelt and kissed Gregory on his face. “Greg is the best!”
I had even intentionally kissed him loudly, just to irritate Ashton. I then held my head up high and strutted toward my bedroom.
Gregory stayed behind and continued to pester his father. “Daddy, I want you to hug me the way you did with Ms. Stovall!”
“Ms. Stovall?” Ashton asked calmly.
“Yes! Ms. Stovall! Hug!”
“Are you sure?” Ashton asked with a lilt in his voice. “No hugs.”
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