I was quick to break free from Nathaniel and put some distance between us. Rolling my eyes at him in distaste, I then turned to Ashton to say, “Ashton, you trust me, don’t you?”
Nathaniel had already seen through my tricks and knew that I was spying on him, so there was no point in keeping the charade up anymore. Under those circumstances, it was better to just be sincere. At least I’d be able to give Ashton a firm response then.
Ashton suddenly chuckled, and an evil glint flashed past his eyes. “Do you honestly want me to answer that question?”
I nodded and replied, “It’s an answer you should’ve told me ages ago.”
Nathaniel took a step forward and stood beside me, but his grin had since faded. “You know, I’d like to know that answer as well.”
Ashton scoffed. He suddenly acted as if he wasn’t bothered about anything and almost seemed generous when he said, “Okay, then let’s play a game. Give me your hand.”
“A game?” I asked because I couldn’t catch up to his quick thinking.
“Yeah,” murmured Ashton. He raised his brows, then looked at my hand, which I had left dangling at my side.
I moved as though I was possessed and reached out for him.
Ashton used his finger to trace his surname on my palm.
After writing that, he retracted his hand and looked right into my eyes. His lips parted, and he asked, “What did I write?”
The entire scene felt so familiar that I had goosebumps. Nathaniel once hired someone to assume my identity. We were trapped in the car for a while at the time, and Ashton played this game with me.
At that time, I answered…
“Fuller,” I replied mindlessly as I stared at him.
“Wrong,” replied Ashton mercilessly, but his words were an exact duplicate of what he said back then.
I insisted, “That is not possible. I know what I saw. It’s Fuller.” When I spoke, I kept my gaze on Ashton.
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