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.

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

startled the duo who was drinking tea in

displeasure was written all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why

Ashton replied with a frown, “Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that

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

getting late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt

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

help but sigh when I realized I

asserted, “I have everything you need

She seemed to be having a hard time pulling

associated with that look—I was

relationship she had

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice

turned around and queried with a frown. It was

something

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

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

speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung by such harsh