In Love, Never Say Never

Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go home. Mommy’s upset.”

Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the restaurant.

Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.

When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”

He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”

He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing his laughter as he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m the one who slapped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.

Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s going on?”

Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked, “Did y-you take it out yet?”

He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able to compose himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.

Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d reversed it or not.

Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the rumors that were swirling around.

at me out of the corner of his eye,

clips. Did y-you

into laughter. He looked at me with his brows

pouted. So, did he

become infertile if you keep the clips on for too long!” Four years was a long time. I didn’t

really want to have kids, I’ll be up for

continue bantering with him over this. Adopting a serious tone, I said, “Let’s make an

to leave each other in the end, I don’t

me and laughed. “We’re not in a rush

end, we didn’t manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s vasectomy due

that I was the

I rarely left the house as I was

was surprised. It was a short

message seemed like nothing more than a

off my phone, turning my attention back

Stacey called, stumbling over her words. “Was it Mr.

knitted my brows in confusion. What does she

“What happened?”

confusion, she replied, “Nancy was apparently murdered in her own home. The police are investigating now. I

hands, however, seemed to move on their own accord as

Nancy’s death was being reported on

Fuller with you?” Stacey

first thing she’d blurted to me when I answered her call. I answered coolly, “Ashton wouldn’t stoop to

heard the anger in

change. She’d spent so much time in the murky waters of