In Love, Never Say Never

Ashton sneered and pinched my cheek. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”

After Ashton departed, I planned to return to bed and take another nap before starting my day, but my phone on the nightstand had started buzzing.

I took a peek and noticed I have an incoming call from an anonymous number. The first call was hung up by the person on the other end because I had no intention to pick it up.

After several consecutive calls, I picked it up and heard a man’s hoarse voice the moment the call got through. “I’m at your doorstep!”

“John?” I was surprised.

“Are you trying to avoid me?” he replied, utterly irritated.

“N-No! I’m not in K City! Currently, I’m at J City!”

He got worked up all of a sudden and yelled, “Stop it! I’m currently at Peakville Estate! Are you going to open the door or not?”

I finally figured out the reason behind his frustration – it turned out he was right at my doorstep, yet I refused to pick up the call.

After I changed and headed downstairs, I noticed the maid had gotten the breakfast ready. I told her to get me another serving and pack it for me.

By the time I reached the entrance, I saw the Bugatti that was parked right in front of the gate. The driver of the eye-catching vehicle winded down the window and instructed, “Get in the car!”

As soon as I boarded the car, I caught a whiff of a pleasant scent. Perhaps it the air freshener that was applied to conceal the awful stench of tobacco.

John laid the seat flat and stared at me with his pale and haggard face while he took another whiff of smoke. “Why have you blacklisted my contact number?”

A few seconds later, I asked, “Huh? Since when

sneered and asked, “Have you spent the

nodded and affirmed his thoughts while he scoffed, “Hmph! He must

mean Ashton was the one who had blacklisted John’s contact number? Though, why would

you called me last

and told me he called me at three o’clock

things in my mind. After all, no ordinary

me, “Rebecca was rushed to the hospital last

by his statement and recalled the conversation Cameron had with Ashton at three in

though he didn’t have enough sleep last night. “I have shown her the photos of all sorts of children and given her a special

“Which was…”

voodoo doll?” He queried with an odd expression that made it hard

me a few seconds to grasp the things he was talking about. In the end, I stared at him with my

her it would take a seven to eight-month-old fetus to produce a custom-made

should be delighted or not. “Fine, I guess I should be grateful because you have gotten rid of her on my behalf. At least I don’t have to go

asked, “Where’s your phone? I want

through the contact list to search for John’s contact. There was no

John started dissing Ashton for his unbelievably

the only person who will resort to such a childish and despicable trick on this

throughout the session and handed over the set of breakfast I had brought along with me

call you and tell you everything about Rebecca, but I ended up being

was such a sentimental man and tend to overthink

Rebecca’s way?” Judging by Cameron’s words, I was pretty sure she was suspicious of me being the mastermind behind