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

Chapter 260

I guess I shouldn’t get my hopes high since I was talking to a drunkard.

As soon as he heard my words, he stared at me with his abysmal pair of eyes and a frowned look. He

was cradling me in his arms while caressing my head.

I pushed him away because I knew what he had in his mind. “Marcus, you’re drunk!”

Nevertheless, the man didn’t even budge the slightest. Since we were next to the street, I was afraid I

would push him off to the bustling streets and get him involved in an accident.

In the end, we ended up behaving as though we were making out in the middle of nowhere, being

lovey-dovey in public.

“Marcus-” I yelled at him to express my frustration because he started running his hands behind my

back.

Before I could reprimand him, I felt him being lunged away from me full force. A few seconds later, I

heard a muffled grunt from him.

By the time I returned to my senses, Ashton and Marcus had gotten involved in an intense fight. To be

precise, Ashton started beating Marcus to a pulp with all his might.

Within a few seconds, Marcus’ face was bruised. Perhaps because he was awfully drunk, he was

defenseless against Ashton and allowed the brutal man to throw several consecutive punches at his

face relentlessly.

I sprinted over and grasped the hem of Ashton’s shirt to stop him. As I was worried that something bad

would happen, I warned him, “Ashton, stop! He’s going to die for real if you keep going on!”

Ashton’s expression darkened, and then he asked callously, “Are you worried about him?”

I responded with a frown while Marcus remarked sarcastically, “Scarlett, I knew it! You still care about

me, don’t you?”

To be honest, I was completely speechless because of the things Marcus said in front of Ashton – it

sounded as though Marcus had a death wish and couldn’t wait for Ashton to send him to hell.

As expected, Ashton got increasingly infuriated and dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up,

throwing punches at him without showing him any mercy.

On the other hand, Marcus seemed to have lost his mind – he wouldn’t stop grinning no matter how

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Something was definitely wrong with Marcus’ mind. His words worked like a charm as Ashton cast him

to the ground and launched a few merciless kicks on his abdomen.

I could hear another muffled grunt from the drunk yet brutally beaten-up man when he struggled to

bring himself up.

Since Ashton was about to rush over to Marcus’ side once more, I got in his way and stopped him in a

calm manner. “Ashton, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke you deliberately? Do you really want to kill

him and be thrown behind bars because of him?”

He pursed his lips and started panting heavily. “This jerk asked for it!”

I rolled my eyes helplessly and decided to stay away from the heavily injured man to prevent further

conflicts. Thankfully, Richard rushed out when he heard the commotion. “Mr. Blackwood, can you do

me a favor and bring Mr. White to the hospital before sending him back to his place? Thanks in

advance.”

Richard took a peek at the indifferent Ashton and responded with a nod and a smirk. He proceeded to

bring Marcus up and brought him away soon.

Once they departed, Ashton glared at me in the eyes to express his irritation.

I should be blamed for the entire incident, but I tried to defend myself.

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

What the heck? What does he mean? What am I supposed to tell him when I have just explained the

reason behind it?

I gave it a thought and said, “Nothing was going on between us! He was the one who drank too much

and ended up being drunk! Speaking of which, I ran into Stacey in the restaurant just now. She seemed

to be living a tough life. Are you the one behind her misery?”

He replied with a frown and raised his volume because he was enraged. “Scarlett, stop trying to divert

my attention!”

I couldn’t believe he managed to see right through my plan again.

Staring at Ashton in the eyes, I decided to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew it would be

impossible for me to talk some sense into him.

The frustrated man broke the silence, asking indifferently since I was dead silent. “Aren’t you going to

explain yourself?”

“I tried, didn’t I? You have no intention to listen to me at all!”

“Y-You…” He stuttered in return because he was at a loss for better words to rebuke my statement. All

of a sudden, I couldn’t help but find him adorable.

A few seconds later, I offered, “Why don’t you beat me up just like how you have beaten Marcus to a

pulp? I mean, if it helps, why not, right?”

I knew it sounded dumb, but literally, that was the only thing I could think of.

Ashton looked a little bemused, yet he replied indifferently, “I’ll definitely take you out someday in the

future.”

After he cast a stern gaze at me, he turned around and departed.

Since we were in the middle of the streets, perhaps the incident of him beating another man had made

it to the social media due to the commotion that was caused.

I trotted over the onlookers and went after him. He boarded the car before me, but when I tried to open

the door to the passenger seat, I couldn’t because it was locked.

As compared to an ordinary car, his car had a higher ride height. Hence, I had to tiptoe to reach the

window. “Hey, Ashton! What are you trying to do?”

“I’ll have you walk your way home!” Once he finished his sentence, he started the car and departed

without a second thought, leaving a confused me behind.

What the hell! Fine!

Usually, it wasn’t tough to hail a cab since we were in the middle of a bustling street, but the cabs that

passed were all occupied on that night.

A few minutes later, a black Cadillac stopped in front of me as the driver in the car winded down the

window.

It was Joseph who showed up, and he offered, “Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller has instructed me to give you a

ride home.”

I was astonished because he had never addressed me as Mrs. Fuller before. I wouldn’t lie – I couldn’t

get used to it after being addressed as Ms. Stovall all this while.

In spite of being flattered, I replied in a petulant manner, “Wasn’t he the one who refused to give me a

ride home? He should have left me behind and allowed me to freeze to my death!”

Joseph rebuked, “Mrs. Fuller, the temperature wouldn’t drop any further than seven or eight degrees

Celsius. Technically, you won’t freeze to death, but you may catch a cold if you spend a night on the

streets.”

Oh, God! Am I hearing what I’m hearing? I have never ever encountered such a geeky man before!

I asked rhetorically, “What if I catch a cold and fall terribly sick?”

He paused and gave it a thought. Shortly, he nodded and affirmed, “You may pass on as a result, but

there’s only a slight chance of such an outcome; that is – unless you’re infected by other viruses.”

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