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?”

mall

bit his lip,

he replied briefly, while fastening

and Hunter had followed behind. Emery 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 to a good meal next

Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then

in pain and looked at him

hotly. At that

give in. “I’ll buy something for you another day, OK?

with anything

What?

who said that men are just like children must be a woman! Who else would be able to come up with such an

at a private room in a restaurant specializing in

cuisine that sprang to mind when one considered the winter cold, but the pasta they served here was

trio,

seats, Joe broke the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days

a man of few words. He

knocking back

villa to see Summer. Ashton must have

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

decided to call for the waiter to

swept away the tea and juice on the table. When he approached me, intending to come for the glass of juice in my

waiter froze for a moment, then moved

us a questioning look but said nothing