In Love, Never Say Never

I looked away and avoided his gaze, but he took me by surprise with an amorous kiss.

It took me a short while to pull myself together. “Summer is still in Glenwood Apartments! I need to return to her!”

Staring at me, he said, “I have gotten in touch with Jackson. He told me he would look after Summer. Since you’re back, don’t you think you’re supposed to live with me?”

My brows furrowed. “But we’re already divorced!”

“I have never signed the agreement.” He uttered in a hoarse voice.

He then lifted me up and brought me into the villa against my will. It was only then that I noticed we had made our way back to the villa at Peakville Estate.

Apart from the exterior of the villa, nothing much had changed over the past four years.

I felt uncomfortable being carried by him. Hence, I insisted, “I can walk on my own!”

“It’s fine. Just close your eyes and take a break.”

I found his words absurd because it was only a short distance that would take me a few minutes at most.

The moment we entered the living room, I was caught off guard by the presence of Sally and Nancy.

last saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t impact the noble presence she was blessed with

manner startled the duo

at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why have you

of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that she should

losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you move on? It has been

it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself

gaze and looked at me before uttering in a gentle tone, “If you’re sleepy,

sigh when I realized I had indirectly

upstairs and asserted, “I have everything you need in the

glimpse of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed

woman, I knew the emotions associated with that look—I was certain she was head over

sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past four

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice echoed in the spacious

queried with a frown. It

replied with her lips pursed, “I have something regarding the deal with HiTech to sort

from nine in the morning till six in the

cast a stern gaze at her and asked, “You’re twenty-six-year-old, aren’t you, Ms. Goldstein? I’m sure you know the appropriate time to bring work up, don’t you? It doesn’t feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access to my house, but I don’t wish to see you here without my consent in the future. After all, I

of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could