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

Chapter 279

I thought Ashton wouldn’t be bothered to answer and would only smile politely, but to my surprised, he

replied, “We’ve been married for a few years.”

Everyone in the elevator was shocked at the news. I could feel their stunned gazes on me.

I parted my lips to speak, but there was nothing to say. In the end, I flashed a smile.

The curious employees started asking about our relationship, like how we started dating and got

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To my relief, we arrived at our destination right then. I took Ashton’s hand and apologized to the others.

We exited the elevator and headed to my office.

After entering my office, I chided him, “I told you not to come here.”

He arched a brow. “What’s wrong? I was telling the truth earlier.”

Stunned, I retorted, “I thought you hate people gossiping about you?” He had his private elevator back

in Fuller Corporation, so he rarely spoke to his employees. Why is he so talkative back in the

employees’ elevator?

Does he enjoy talking to others about our relationship?

A smile flitted across his lips as he tugged me closer. “You’re my wife. That’s not gossip. Gossip is all

about nonsense.”

I pried his hands off and showed him the sofa. “You can’t hug me whenever you want. I have to work,

get it?”

Amused, he returned, “Am I a child?”

Well, no.

“Anyway, you can’t disturb me at work. Get it?”

Ashton nodded obediently. He took a magazine and read it silently. I switched on my computer and

started going through the files on my table.

I was in charge of only one project, so I wasn’t that busy. Besides, Marcus was also involved.

After I finished dealing with the files, I looked up and realized Ashton was gazing at me with his chin on

his hand.

“Why are you staring at me?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “You’re gorgeous when you work.”

I fell speechless after hearing his comment.

Soon, it was noon. I was wondering what we should have for lunch when Ashton’s phone rang.

He answered it with a frown. Judging from his conversation, something must’ve happened to Jared.

After hanging up, he came to me and pulled me in for a hug. “I can’t have lunch with you. Something is

wrong with Jared’s project, so I have to leave.”

I gave him a nod. “Okay.”

With him around, I couldn’t really focus on work.

He grinned. “Are you that desperate for me to leave?”

Er, is it that obvious?

I flashed a smile. “No. You’re busy, right?”

He brushed his finger across the tip of my nose affectionately. “Remember to have lunch. I’ll see you at

night.”

“Sure!”

At the sight of his broad shoulders, I recalled what Stacey told me earlier. My heart skipped a beat as I

called out, “Ashton, be careful!”

He turned around and shot me a grin. “Okay!”

Not long after Ashton left, I received a call from Rebecca.

Her voice was calm. “Scarlett, can we meet up?”

I rejected her at once. “Rebecca, I have nothing to say to you.”

She fell silent for a moment. “What about Ashton? Can we talk about him?”

I was quite irritated by now. “What about him?”

“I’m outside White Corporation’s building now. Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Sure.”

Downstairs, I saw Rebecca clad in a white dress. As she had just suffered from a miscarriage, her face

was pale and haggard. It seemed like she had lost some weight.

With her arms crossed, she stood beside a white Maserati. When she saw me, she raised her brows

and said, “Let’s go!”

I nodded and entered her car.

“You seem to be doing well without Ashton.” I broke the silence. I wasn’t mocking her.

The Moore family gave her the best as they wanted her to run the company.

Her expression clouded over. “It has nothing to do with Ashton. Nothing to do with you, too.”

Clearly, she was in a foul mood.

At the cafe, we found a table and sat down.

She ordered a cup of black coffee. When it arrived, she stirred it slowly and elegantly.

I ordered a glass of milk as I wasn’t interested in coffee.

As her gaze darkened, I spoke out. “You resemble your mother a lot.”

Both of you like black and bitter coffee.

Rebecca looked at her coffee silently. She seemed to have understood what I was trying to say. “When

will you stop?” she inquired.

Her sudden question took me aback. “What?”

She arched a brow icily. “Felix was sentenced to death. Mr. Clinton is currently under investigation. My

mother got implicated, too. To take revenge, you’ve successfully killed my child and ruined my mother’s

reputation. Aren’t these enough?”