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?”

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

bit his lip, his eyes

briefly, while fastening

be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for the

secured my

cried out in pain and looked

anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment, he sounded rather

something for

“I’ll be happy with anything as

What?

said that men are just like children must be a woman! Who else would be able to

at a private room in a restaurant specializing in pasta

that sprang to mind when one considered the winter cold, but the pasta they served here was al dente and surprisingly

five of us present. Besides their usual trio, Joe

our seats, Joe broke the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days ago. It’s

a man of few words. He merely

knocking

to the villa to see Summer. Ashton

usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they had left

the waiter

When he approached me, intending to come for the glass of juice in my head, Ashton stopped him. “She

a moment, then moved on to the

us a questioning look but said nothing