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Chương 57
Chapter 57
Unfortunately, Ashton rejected my request to wear heels. In his own words, pregnant women
shouldn’t wear high heels.
There was just no winning with him. But 3cm heels are not tall at all!
It wasn’t until we got back into my car that I realized he took me to the shopping mall just to
get an outfit.
“Ashton Fuller!” I pouted my lips and protested as he started the car.
“Yes?” This man was a serious driver. He took a quick glance at me before his eyes were
back on the road.
“I’m mad at you.” I wasn’t sure why I was irritated, but my anger had to be vented. I thought
he was finally being nice to me and going to take me shopping.
The man raised his eyebrows, seeming bemused by me. “What are you mad at?”
What am I mad at?
Err…
I have no idea either!
I just kept quiet and tried to suppress my frustration. My hand was suddenly enclosed by
his. A warm feeling channeled from my hand to my heart. A dulcet, pleasant voice flowed
out of Ashton’s mouth as he spoke, “Being emotional is bad for the baby, so don’t be angry.”
Yeah, right!
Some sweet moments could really last forever. Years later, memories like this one would be
the only thing that I could still hold on to.
Our car stopped in front of a lavish and elegantly designed villa. I was befuddled. “So when
you said we’d be meeting a few people, you actually meant we’re visiting someone?”
Ashton gestured for me to get out of the car and handed the car key to the valet parking
driver. He then leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Just meeting a few friends.”
Why did he have to make everything so secretive!
I followed him into the villa and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman welcoming us with
a broad beam across her face. “It’s been a while, Ashton.”
Then, the woman turned to me and smiled politely. “And this must be Mrs. Fuller?”
Ashton nodded and extended his hand to shake hers. “Good to see you, Ms. Anderson. Sorry
that we kept you waiting.”
Ms. Anderson? After sizing this woman up, I finally recognized her. She was Nick Harrison’s
mother, Cameron Anderson!
I wonder what Ashton had in mind taking me here.
After we exchanged some pleasantries, Cameron led us upstairs to where the dining hall
was. A few people were already seated at the table. They appeared to be a few middle-aged
men and their wives.
Cameron got us all seated and arranged for her helper to bring out the food, after which she
turned to all the guests. “Thank you for being here today. It’s been a long while since we
were able to invite everyone for a gathering like this. So, let’s all have a good time, and
please make yourselves at home.”
“Haha, hold on, Cameron. You have yet to introduce this young couple to us.” The voice
came from a middle-aged, slightly plump man. Although he said that with a smile, his
stately demeanor was apparent.
Cameron laughed. “What’s the hurry, Mr. Clinton? This is the young and successful Mr. Fuller
whom I was always telling you about. The lady next to him is his wife, Mrs. Fuller.”
The hostess went on to introduce her guests to us one by one. After a round of introduction,
it finally dawned on me that this was no ordinary dinner gathering. These were all prominent
and powerful people in politics and business.
While we were dining, Cameron mentioned some interesting local news she had come
across lately. I wasn’t sure if she did that deliberately, as she was now talking about kyanine
and how difficult it was for her to source some for medical use. According to her, it had not
been seen on the market for decades.
Clinton joined in, “Speaking of which, I did come upon a case involving kyanine yesterday.
But if you’re only after medical use, just a few grams should do.”
Cameron shook her head and quickly added, “That’s the problem, Mr. Clinton. I was just
sharing this with Mrs. Fuller the other day. Bless her, such a nice girl. She actually got a
friend of hers to go looking for it. And guess what happened? Her friend’s now being locked
up at the police station!”
I was stunned for a few seconds and then realized she was referring to me when she said
‘Mrs. Fuller.’
She said we met the other day? And since when were we this close?
I turned to Ashton to gain some clarity, but he was looking at Clinton casually.
Clinton was a clever person. After all, he did not climb all the way to his position by being
insensitive. He knew in an instant that Cameron was dropping hints. His weathered eyes,
however, were looking for my way when he said, “I didn’t know you and Cameron are so
close. May I know what’s your friend’s name so that I can check on this? If it’s indeed a
misunderstanding, it’d be unfair to your friend.”
I got up and held out my glass of orange juice toward Clinton and thanked him in my
sweetest voice possible, “Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Clinton. Her name is Macy
Markle, about my age. I’m pregnant, so I’ll toast you with this orange juice instead. Really
appreciate your help.”
Clinton let out a hearty laugh and said, “I like your attitude. Cheers!”
Phew, it sounds like Macy would be okay after all.
As we continued to drink and dine, the guests were more loosened up.
Unfortunately, Ashton rejected my request to wear heels. In his own words, pregnant women
shouldn’t wear high heels.
There was just no winning with him. But 3cm heels are not tall at all!
It wasn’t until we got back into my car that I realized he took me to the shopping mall just to
get an outfit.
“Ashton Fuller!” I pouted my lips and protested as he started the car.
“Yes?” This man was a serious driver. He took a quick glance at me before his eyes were
back on the road.
“I’m mad at you.” I wasn’t sure why I was irritated, but my anger had to be vented. I thought
he was finally being nice to me and going to take me shopping.
The man raised his eyebrows, seeming bemused by me. “What are you mad at?”
What am I mad at?
Err…
I have no idea either!
I just kept quiet and tried to suppress my frustration. My hand was suddenly enclosed by
his. A warm feeling channeled from my hand to my heart. A dulcet, pleasant voice flowed
out of Ashton’s mouth as he spoke, “Being emotional is bad for the baby, so don’t be angry.”
Yeah, right!
Some sweet moments could really last forever. Years later, memories like this one would be
the only thing that I could still hold on to.
Our car stopped in front of a lavish and elegantly designed villa. I was befuddled. “So when
you said we’d be meeting a few people, you actually meant we’re visiting someone?”
Ashton gestured for me to get out of the car and handed the car key to the valet parking
driver. He then leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Just meeting a few friends.”
Why did he have to make everything so secretive!
I followed him into the villa and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman welcoming us with
a broad beam across her face. “It’s been a while, Ashton.”
Then, the woman turned to me and smiled politely. “And this must be Mrs. Fuller?”
Ashton nodded and extended his hand to shake hers. “Good to see you, Ms. Anderson. Sorry
that we kept you waiting.”
Ms. Anderson? After sizing this woman up, I finally recognized her. She was Nick Harrison’s
mother, Cameron Anderson!
I wonder what Ashton had in mind taking me here.
After we exchanged some pleasantries, Cameron led us upstairs to where the dining hall
was. A few people were already seated at the table. They appeared to be a few middle-aged
men and their wives.
Cameron got us all seated and arranged for her helper to bring out the food, after which she
turned to all the guests. “Thank you for being here today. It’s been a long while since we
were able to invite everyone for a gathering like this. So, let’s all have a good time, and
please make yourselves at home.”
“Haha, hold on, Cameron. You have yet to introduce this young couple to us.” The voice
came from a middle-aged, slightly plump man. Although he said that with a smile, his
stately demeanor was apparent.
Cameron laughed. “What’s the hurry, Mr. Clinton? This is the young and successful Mr. Fuller
whom I was always telling you about. The lady next to him is his wife, Mrs. Fuller.”
The hostess went on to introduce her guests to us one by one. After a round of introduction,
it finally dawned on me that this was no ordinary dinner gathering. These were all prominent
and powerful people in politics and business.
While we were dining, Cameron mentioned some interesting local news she had come
across lately. I wasn’t sure if she did that deliberately, as she was now talking about kyanine
and how difficult it was for her to source some for medical use. According to her, it had not
been seen on the market for decades.
Clinton joined in, “Speaking of which, I did come upon a case involving kyanine yesterday.
But if you’re only after medical use, just a few grams should do.”
Cameron shook her head and quickly added, “That’s the problem, Mr. Clinton. I was just
sharing this with Mrs. Fuller the other day. Bless her, such a nice girl. She actually got a
friend of hers to go looking for it. And guess what happened? Her friend’s now being locked
up at the police station!”
I was stunned for a few seconds and then realized she was referring to me when she said
‘Mrs. Fuller.’
She said we met the other day? And since when were we this close?
I turned to Ashton to gain some clarity, but he was looking at Clinton casually.
Clinton was a clever person. After all, he did not climb all the way to his position by being
insensitive. He knew in an instant that Cameron was dropping hints. His weathered eyes,
however, were looking for my way when he said, “I didn’t know you and Cameron are so
close. May I know what’s your friend’s name so that I can check on this? If it’s indeed a
misunderstanding, it’d be unfair to your friend.”
I got up and held out my glass of orange juice toward Clinton and thanked him in my
sweetest voice possible, “Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Clinton. Her name is Macy
Markle, about my age. I’m pregnant, so I’ll toast you with this orange juice instead. Really
appreciate your help.”
Clinton let out a hearty laugh and said, “I like your attitude. Cheers!”
Phew, it sounds like Macy would be okay after all.
As we continued to drink and dine, the guests were more loosened up.
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