In Love, Never Say Never

I could not explain that either. “It started after I saw the pregnant woman just now. I guess it must be a repercussion of what happened the last time.”

After a brief pause, I regarded him. “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca came over to us. It had only been a few days since, but she looked visibly sallow and seemed to have lost considerable weight.

Ashton was calm. “I was sending her to the hospital when I lost focus and ran into someone.”

There may be more to this than what he described, as he had always been a cautious driver. It was unlikely that the cause had been a loss of concentration on his part.

I glanced over to Rebecca’s pale facade and puffy eyes.

They were filled with hatred and resentment. Did I somehow offend her again lately?

A siren filled the air as the ambulance approached. Ashton ran his fingers through his own hair and swept it behind his ears before he whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back when this is settled, alright?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

It was a matter of life and death that he should see to it without delay.

As I watched him depart, Rebecca glared at me. “You should have died!”

Those words were as chilling as they were perplexing.

I was seriously baffled as I was certain that I had done nothing recently that might have roused her ire.

the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for traffic

had lost half the day and might not have enough time to safely make the return trip from the

I might as well drive down to

At the hospital.

woman got out of it unscathed. She had a fright, which made her

sent into the delivery room by the time I got there. Her family

taken over Ashton’s duty to communicate with her family.

I regarded him

mixed emotions in his gaze which instilled a sense

was arguing with me in

and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked

hurt?” I asked as I

“I’m fine!” There was a

surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds

surprise by my unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down whatever response

remove his coat. That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing

close enough to smell the blood, I might not have noticed

my distress, he said in a comforting voice, “It’s no

I was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or because he did not take care of himself—I was

I knew was that I was mad as

to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite, limited edition shirt was cut

ways, the fingers of the