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

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?” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Ashton nodded and extended his hand to shake hers. “Good to see you, Ms. Anderson. Sorry that we

kept you waiting.”

Ms. Anderson? After sizing this woman up, I finally recognized her. She was Nick Harrison’s mother,

Cameron Anderson!

I wonder what Ashton had in mind taking me here.

After we exchanged some pleasantries, Cameron led us upstairs to where the dining hall was. A few

people were already seated at the table. They appeared to be a few middle-aged men and their wives.

Cameron got us all seated and arranged for her helper to bring out the food, after which she turned to

all the guests. “Thank you for being here today. It’s been a long while since we were able to invite

everyone for a gathering like this. So, let’s all have a good time, and please make yourselves at home.”

“Haha, hold on, Cameron. You have yet to introduce this young couple to us.” The voice came from a

middle-aged, slightly plump man. Although he said that with a smile, his stately demeanor was

apparent.

Cameron laughed. “What’s the hurry, Mr. Clinton? This is the young and successful Mr. Fuller whom I

was always telling you about. The lady next to him is his wife, Mrs. Fuller.”

The hostess went on to introduce her guests to us one by one. After a round of introduction, it finally

dawned on me that this was no ordinary dinner gathering. These were all prominent and powerful

people in politics and business.

While we were dining, Cameron mentioned some interesting local news she had come across lately. I

wasn’t sure if she did that deliberately, as she was now talking about kyanine and how difficult it was for

her to source some for medical use. According to her, it had not been seen on the market for decades.

Clinton joined in, “Speaking of which, I did come upon a case involving kyanine yesterday. But if you’re

only after medical use, just a few grams should do.”

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.