In Love, Never Say Never

No matter how hard I struggled, he ignored it and coaxed me in a semi-domineering manner instead.

I dug my nails into his skin, scratching him wildly as I cursed, “You’re a b*stard, Ashton!”

“Yes, I am!”

I began to suspect that he hadn’t touched a woman at all during this period of time as he acted like a starved beast, ravaging me without restraint.

After the deed was done, he leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

Under the dim light, I could discern the scratch marks on his sturdy chest. There were even faint bloodstains in a few spots.

I wanted to get up and wash my body, but his arms were wrapped around me, forcing my head to lie against his chest.

The smell of tobacco permeated the air in the room. When he finished smoking his cigarette, he said in a deep voice, “Let’s set a date and time. I’ll accompany you to see a psychiatrist.”

I was dumbfounded for a moment, arching my neck to look at him. After he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, I finally came to my senses and pursed my lips. “No!”

Besides finding me unresponsive, I couldn’t think of any other reason he would suggest something like that right after we had sex.

I had never thought of getting treatment after my pregnancy. When there were already so many problems with my body, one more wouldn’t make a difference.

Leveling my gaze with his, I said nonchalantly, “If you can’t feel anything from me, you can look elsewhere from now on.”

Ashton’s brows snapped together, and he scooted down on the bed expressionlessly, then pinned me with a savage gaze. “Look elsewhere? Scarlett, you really don’t know when to stop, do you? I want you to go for treatment because I don’t want you to hurt anymore. And right now, you’re unwell both physically and emotionally.”

“This isn’t the first day you know

wriggled out of his embrace and went to the

his lower body and his phone in one hand.

What?

the bath towel aside and replied coldly, “He can’t treat

frowned. “Why not? He’s

I tell Dr. Crest that I’m unresponsive, what do you think he’ll say? That I’m

knew what I

his brows furrowed together, I kindly reminded him, “I’m only unresponsive to you, so Mr. Fuller, I

immediately walked out of the bedroom because challenging a man’s limits had consequences

stepped out of the bedroom, a furious roar

door behind me, lest his outburst disturbs

went downstairs, I saw Jared sitting in the living room. Mrs. Eriksen had prepared a lot of sweet snacks for him, which he barely touched, only drinking a few sips of

it, men

some shuffling sounds behind him, he looked back at me. His brows raised toward his

quite

didn’t know you were so good at flattery.” Girls always liked it when others

his brows slightly. “Did I

continued, “At least that’s what I think.” After all,

after that, perhaps finding it

Mrs. Eriksen came to me and said, “Letty, I cooked some food earlier. Come and eat a little