In Love, Never Say Never

By the time Camelia came out, the cab was already long gone. All she saw was Marcus frowning in frustration.

I didn’t want to know what happened to Marcus after the accident. Since we were leading our own separate lives, I felt it better to keep it that way.

What I was angriest about was how he treated everyone else like fools. Perhaps he saw himself as the audience who was watching the drama unfold.

Back at the hotel, I saw Ashton waiting for me in the lobby. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and polished black shoes. With a hand in his pocket, he was standing upright in the hotel lobby.

Standing there, my heart was filled with a myriad of emotions. Should tell him about Marcus?

He, too, saw me and took a stride in my direction. As I watch him approach, I was suddenly reminded of the Sun.

Before I could even say a word, he pulled me into his embrace.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my cheeks in his chest. Taking in the scent of his cologne, I managed to calm myself down. With my eyes closed, I called out softly, “Hubby!”

Jolted, he tightened his arms around me. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

As there were many passersby in the hotel, they would stare at us. Hence, Ashton led me back into the hotel room.

Back in the room, I saw the dining table filled with food from back home. Taking off my jacket, I couldn’t help but look at him. “Have you not had dinner?”

He smiled faintly. “I was waiting for you to have it together.”

stunned. “You know that I would have

me into my seat and served me food. He explained in a gentle voice, “I

did take me out for local food, but I looked at him, stunned. “How did you know I went out for local

table felt like it had just arrived as it was still warm. After serving me, he took a bite himself and replied plainly, “There’s a bodyguard watching

by my side. I was

silence, I looked at him.

with an

“Marcus!”

in acknowledgment as if it didn’t matter.

that, I buried myself in the food

Ashton looked

lazing on the

and pulled me into his embrace. He asked in a gentle tone,

shook my

indigestion. Or perhaps we can try some other form of

go!” Getting up, he tried to pull me toward the

want to watch TV!” I protested while keeping my eyes

whispered, “We are going back to J City

“No, I don’t.”

like going out as I had just returned and it was cold outside. Although I know he meant well, I really didn’t feel

me be and returned to his work. I laid

to the cold for too long, my back felt exceptionally sore. I tried

got up and came to my side. “Where does it