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.

He looked at me out of the corner

“The vasectomy clips. Did

me with his brows raised. “If you want to have kids, I’d be happy

stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take them

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

worry. Your husband is a healthy man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll be up for it

continue bantering with him over this. Adopting a serious tone, I

the end, I don’t want

laughed. “We’re not in

we didn’t manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s

expect that I was the first person

autumn rains came frequently. I rarely left

was surprised. It was a short one: Turn on the TV. Wait

message seemed like nothing

off my phone, turning my attention back to my

her words. “Was

brows in confusion. What does she mean by

“What happened?”

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

with shock. My hands, however, seemed to move on their own accord as they closed my

Nancy’s death was being reported on

with

and recalled the first thing she’d blurted to me when I answered her

heard the anger in my tone and quickly

so much time in the murky waters of the business world that she’d