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Chương 20
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.
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
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.
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.
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
- 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.
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