In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall)

Chapter 20

With a frown, Jared stared straight into my eyes with his obsidian deep-set ones. He was

contemplating whether I was being truthful.

I did not fret. I sat quietly as he tried to gauge me.

After some time, he finally spoke. “Sure.”

“Thank you, Dr. Crest.” It was always a pleasure to deal with smart people. Just throw them a look and

they would have gotten the gist of it.

After the waiter had served our food, he shot a glance at me again. “Has Ms. Stovall always

downplayed your brilliance this way?”

I chuckled at his remark. “Oh, you flatter me. It’s just a small trick to protect myself. Besides, Ashton

and I are really not meant for each other anyway. This is a really bad time to have the baby.”

He had a few bites, seemingly pleased with my answer. “When do you plan to leave?”

I was taken aback and locked eyes with him. My plan was to deal with the baby and divorce Ashton. As

for leaving J City, I really had no inkling as to where I should be headed at the moment.

He had even gotten the last step of my plan correct.

I paused for a moment, putting down the utensils in my hands. “Maybe in two months’ time. I haven’t

decided on the place.”

“Why don’t you consider Q City? I think you’d fit in perfectly there.” He put down his utensils and wiped

the corners of his mouth. Maybe he was done eating.

I actually found Q City to be a good suggestion and nodded. “Yes, maybe I should consider that.” Even

though Q City was modest in comparison with J City, the pace of life there was slower. If I were to

choose someplace where I would spend the rest of my life, Q City was actually a viable option.

I was supposed to foot the bill but he was one step ahead of me. We walked out of the restaurant

together and I said, “I owe you one. It’s going to be my treat next time!”

“Well, I hope you would treat me at Q City then.”

I was at a loss for words and merely smiled. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

It was getting late and I should be heading home. He suddenly asked when he reached his car, “So the

surgery has been scheduled?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” I turned around and replied.

Why dwell on the course of our actions if the decision has already been made?

“Does Ashton know?”

“No, and I don’t intend to let him know about it anyway.”

He frowned, albeit making no comment.

After I started my car, I noticed that he was in a daze right beside his own car. I figured it was best not

to comment about it. I drove back to the villa right after.

It was a ten-minute drive. I parked the car downstairs and did not get off as I took the divorce papers

that Stacey handed over to me.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. I thought that I would only sign the divorce papers should

Ashton ever put a knife to my neck. Never would I have imagined that one day I would willingly sign

and hand this over to him.

Ashton had always been liberal with the terms in the event of a divorce. He had promised me the villa

and the yearly dividends from the Fuller Corporation shares.

I could not help but be amused as I looked at the terms of the divorce. Maybe all along he had been

thinking that I had only gotten together with him because of all these, and that there would absolutely

no reason for me to refuse to sign the papers if he had given me what he allegedly thought I was after.

After looking at the papers for some time, I finally penned down my signature.

Back in the villa, the living room was all dark. I changed into slippers and reached out to turn on the

lights. To my surprise, there was a man sitting in the living room.

He stared impassively at me with his deep dark eyes. I could not discern what was on his mind.

I looked at him and said slowly, “Why didn’t you turn on the lights? Have you had dinner yet?”

He did not answer my questions. “Where have you been?” His tone was icy, and there was a hint of

displeasure in it.

“I just went to the office.” I headed right into the kitchen afterward and said, “I’ll make something for

you.”

Well, I guess he wouldn’t have a hearty appetite after what Rebecca had done at the hospital today.

Why should I care? He was about to leave anyway. What did it have to do with me if he were to starve

to death?

I thought it was best to split on good terms. He had been someone whom I cared about for such a long

time anyway. It would be in our best interests to leave behind at least some sweet memories.

I suddenly felt a chill down my spine after I was done cooking. I turned around and was greeted by his

cold, hard gaze.

“Wh- what’s the matter?” There was only contempt in his eyes whenever he would look at me.

Somehow, it felt different today… It felt complicated. I did not know how to deal with it and panicked.

He did not reply, and I took that as because he did not feel like talking to me. So, I kept my mouth shut

and cooked ramen for him. “We don’t have much at home, only eggs. You’d have to make do with that.”

I turned around and went upstairs to wash up. However, he suddenly spoke, “So do we make do with

our marriage too?”

Stumped, I felt a searing pain in my chest. I would have chosen to keep quiet some other time.

However, today was different. My eyes went red at his words. “So what? Big deal. Haven’t we been

doing that for almost two years now?”

“Ashton Fuller. I’m saying yes to the divorce.” I fished out the divorce papers in my bag and put them

right in front of him. I felt bitterness creeping up inside of me. “I’ve signed it. You take a look at it and

put down your signature too. Let’s set a time and head to the Civil Affairs Bureau to make things

official.”

I breathed a sigh of relief after getting those words off my chest. Looking at his handsome, chiseled

face, I spoke, “Don’t worry about the baby. I will deal with it in a manner that both you and Rebecca will

find satisfactory.”

One had to bear the consequences of one’s actions.

A hint of fury fleeted across his face but it went unnoticed as I turned around to head upstairs. This may

well be the last time we’re having such a conversation in the villa.

I felt a sudden grip on my wrist. “Care to explain more?” The fury in his tone was apparent.

I knew he was getting mad, but still, I did not turn around. I tried hard to suppress the swelling emotions

and said, “I’ll get it done so that it won’t affect Rebecca.”

“Scarlett Stovall!” His grip tightened on my wrist as his fury reached a tipping point. “What’s your plan,

huh? To divorce me? To abort the baby? What’s next? Are you going to leave the city?”

“What other choice do I have?” The tears welled up in my eyes streamed down my cheeks despite my

best efforts at holding them in. “What else could I do? Ashton, haven’t you always wished for me to

agree to this? You’ve always wanted me to stay as far away from you as possible right? What exactly

am I doing wrong here? Isn’t this what you’ve wished for?”

His gaze darkened. The iciness was even more apparent.

“You think you’re really smart, huh?” He snorted as he pinched my chin with his slender fingers. I tried

to shrug him off but he pinched down harder. The two of us were so close that I could feel his breath

against my skin. “That is my baby. You do not have the right to determine whether it lives or dies.”

“I don’t have the right?” I chuckled, enunciating myself. “So does Rebecca have a say in this?”

“Stovall, you’re playing with fire here!” He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze threatening.