In Love, Never Say Never

My hand felt warm in his. Looking over at the bags placed by the side, I said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Emery chuckled jovially. “And a pair of shoes for me,” she added.

Emery took a few tentative steps, then turned to me and marveled, “These shoes are fantastic! Much better than high heels.”

I smiled at her.

Ashton looked at me and raised an eyebrow. His grip on my hand tightened somewhat as he picked up the bags from the floor and pulled me along with him.

“Hey Ashton, are you blind? There are some more bags here,” Emery yelled after us. She was seething.

Ashton said nothing. Paying no heed to Emery’s indignant cries, he dragged me headlong towards the mall’s exit.

I stopped short in my tracks. “We left some bags behind?”

Ashton furrowed his brow. His gaze settled on something beyond me.

I turned to see Hunter Zane striding towards us. Recognition dawned on me, and I followed Ashton obediently.

Ashton had parked his car just outside the mall. It was a black McLaren sports car and looked tremendously flashy.

“Why did you choose this car today?” The car was impressive, but I had rarely seen him driving it.

We placed our bags in the trunk. I noticed that they were all the items that Emery had picked out for me. How did Ashton know that?

“I just randomly chose this one,” Ashton answered shortly. He pulled me into the car. “What would you like to eat?”

suddenly recalled the incident with Joe in the mall and exclaimed, “Mr. Quinn wants to have dinner with

his lip, his

he replied briefly,

called to us from afar, “Scarlett, I’ll be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for the shoes though, I absolutely adore them! I’ll treat you

and waved goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly bit me

pain and looked at him in bewilderment.

never given me anything!” Ashton retorted hotly.

in. “I’ll buy something for

grinned. “I’ll be happy with anything as long as

What?

be a woman! Who else would be

his name at a private room in a restaurant specializing

first cuisine that sprang to mind when one considered the winter cold, but the

five of us present. Besides their usual trio, Joe

took our seats, Joe broke the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days ago. It’s received multiple smashing reviews online, let’s

been a man of few words. He merely nodded

nothing either, knocking back a glass of

returned to the villa to see Summer.

in a silence that seemed weightier than usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they

decided to call for the waiter to serve the

intending to come for the glass

moment, then moved on

a questioning