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.

saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t impact the noble

such an intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room.

scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why have you brought

none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that she

since you guys are

you to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt to

in a

when I realized I had indirectly

have everything you need in the

of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed to be having a hard time pulling herself

fellow woman, I knew the emotions associated with that look—I was

the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past

called out, her voice echoed in the spacious

need, Ms. Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with a frown. It

with her lips pursed, “I have something regarding the deal

knew the proper way to carry himself as a gentleman. Upon a simple glance, he replied in a callous tone, “Ms. Goldstein, it’s nine o’clock in the evening. Fuller Corporation only operates from nine in the morning till six in the evening. Since we’re three hours beyond work hours, don’t you think it’s rude to talk about work now? I’m afraid others are going to misperceive our relationship

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

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