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Chương 204
Chapter 204 I raised my hand and glanced at Rebecca, who was clad in branded goods from head to toe.
Averting my gaze, I calmly said, “I called you, but Ms. Larson said that you’re in a meeting.”
He frowned. The veins in his temples throbbed as he looked at Rebecca. “Interesting.”
Noticing that he was furious, Rebecca’s face paled. “I’m sorry, Ash. I didn’t touch your phone on purpose. As it kept ringing a few times, I picked up the call, thinking that it’s about something urgent. I didn’t expect it to be from Scarlett!”
After hearing her words, I raised my eyebrows and remarked thoughtfully, “I only called once before the call went through.” Smiling coldly at Ashton, I said, “Looks like you normally receive a lot of calls.”
Ashton frowned. “Don’t be so sarcastic!” Then, he glanced at Rebecca and said coldly, “It’s getting late. I’ll let Joe send you back.”
An unpleasant look crossed her face. She looked at me and protested unhappily, “Ash, my Dad wants you to send me home.”
Ashton frowned. “Since when did I become your chauffeur?”
Rebecca paled and was rendered speechless.
Feeling aggrieved, her eyes reddened. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“But that’s how I understood it.” Ashton was becoming more skilled at rebuking others.
If I were Rebecca, I would have felt utterly defeated by now.
Rebecca clasped her hands so tightly that her fingernails dug into her flesh. With tears brimming in her eyes, she said, “I’ll visit you tomorrow.”
When she left, she kept turning around to look at Ashton.
Propping my chin up with a hand, I could not help but comment, “The receptionist said that your fiancée visits you every day. Looks like she isn’t lying. Should I go home and prepare to welcome your fiancée?”
He frowned. “Fiancée?”
“Yeah!” As my arm felt a bit sore, I stretched it toward him. While he instinctively massaged it, I continued, “She visits you so frequently and is even pregnant. Who can she possibly be if not for your fiancée?”
With a grim expression, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “You believed that?”
“It’s not up to me whether I believed it or not!” As I was not in the mood to argue with him, I remained calm.
He whipped out his phone and made a call. As I was near him, I could clearly hear the person speaking on the phone.
It was Joseph. “Yes, Mr. Fuller?”
“Change the receptionist on the ground floor. She’s barred from working here forever.” Then, he continued, “Without my permission, don’t let any irrelevant personnel in.”
Joseph was a bit confused. “Who are you referring to, Mr. Fuller?”
“Rebecca!”
With that, Ashton was about to end the call when Joseph quickly protested, “She came with Mr. Quinn. I’m not in the position to intervene!”
Ashton frowned. “Find a solution, then.”
He hung up immediately after. Glancing at me, he asked, “How’s that?”
I nodded in approval. “Simple and straightforward!”
He frowned. “So, are you satisfied?”
Pouting, I rebuked, “What’s your business got to do with me?”
As I could not be bothered to argue with him, I passed the pastries I brought to him. “Mrs.
Eriksen said that if you knew that I baked these pastries, you’d definitely enjoy them.”
Taking the box from my hands, he glanced at it then back at me. “Did you really bake them?”
“I helped out!” As Mrs. Eriksen and Molly baked them too, I did not deserve full credit.
Chuckling, he commented, “Although they look quite ugly, they probably taste quite good.”
Ugly?
I was rendered speechless.
It was already evening, so the workday had already ended. Mrs. Eriksen called, saying that she would return first and that I should go home with Ashton.
Knowing that she was deliberately trying to make me spend more time with Ashton, I agreed without saying anything else.
Ashton was not particularly fond of pastries, so he merely took a few bites. Not commenting on it, I leaned against the couch and used my phone.
However, he snatched my phone away. “Stop using your phone so regularly. It’s bad for your eyes.”
“Then, do I look at you instead?” I was extremely bored. Furthermore, as I was quite upset by what happened downstairs, I felt an urge to rebuke Ashton whenever he spoke.
He laughed and offered generously, “Sure, you can look at me to your heart’s content!”
Completely uninterested in his offer, I rolled my eyes. “You should ask Rebecca to do it instead. I’m not interested!”
“Are you still angry?” He pulled me into his arms as he said exasperatedly, “Rumors spread easily in a company as large as this. It’s inevitable for some people to deliberately stir up trouble. What’s the use of being bothered by it?”
I said sarcastically, “So you knew about it right from the start, but you just idly stood by? If I hadn’t visited today, would you have been enjoying this a lot? Your wife and your mistress are both pregnant. Once we both give birth, you might be blessed with a son and a daughter!
How perfect!”
Hearing the sarcasm in my words, he massaged his temples. “You have such a wild imagination. Why can’t you think about other issues instead?”
I scoffed, “Like what? Should I think about your passionate relationship with Rebecca and how the both of you are sleeping with each other behind my back?”
He frowned, feeling frustrated. “I keep saying that there’s nothing between both of us, so why do you keep harping on it? Are you never going to get over it?”
Averting my gaze, I calmly said, “I called you, but Ms. Larson said that you’re in a meeting.”
He frowned. The veins in his temples throbbed as he looked at Rebecca. “Interesting.”
Noticing that he was furious, Rebecca’s face paled. “I’m sorry, Ash. I didn’t touch your phone on purpose. As it kept ringing a few times, I picked up the call, thinking that it’s about something urgent. I didn’t expect it to be from Scarlett!”
After hearing her words, I raised my eyebrows and remarked thoughtfully, “I only called once before the call went through.” Smiling coldly at Ashton, I said, “Looks like you normally receive a lot of calls.”
Ashton frowned. “Don’t be so sarcastic!” Then, he glanced at Rebecca and said coldly, “It’s getting late. I’ll let Joe send you back.”
An unpleasant look crossed her face. She looked at me and protested unhappily, “Ash, my Dad wants you to send me home.”
Ashton frowned. “Since when did I become your chauffeur?”
Rebecca paled and was rendered speechless.
Feeling aggrieved, her eyes reddened. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“But that’s how I understood it.” Ashton was becoming more skilled at rebuking others.
If I were Rebecca, I would have felt utterly defeated by now.
Rebecca clasped her hands so tightly that her fingernails dug into her flesh. With tears brimming in her eyes, she said, “I’ll visit you tomorrow.”
When she left, she kept turning around to look at Ashton.
Propping my chin up with a hand, I could not help but comment, “The receptionist said that your fiancée visits you every day. Looks like she isn’t lying. Should I go home and prepare to welcome your fiancée?”
He frowned. “Fiancée?”
“Yeah!” As my arm felt a bit sore, I stretched it toward him. While he instinctively massaged it, I continued, “She visits you so frequently and is even pregnant. Who can she possibly be if not for your fiancée?”
With a grim expression, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. “You believed that?”
“It’s not up to me whether I believed it or not!” As I was not in the mood to argue with him, I remained calm.
He whipped out his phone and made a call. As I was near him, I could clearly hear the person speaking on the phone.
It was Joseph. “Yes, Mr. Fuller?”
“Change the receptionist on the ground floor. She’s barred from working here forever.” Then, he continued, “Without my permission, don’t let any irrelevant personnel in.”
Joseph was a bit confused. “Who are you referring to, Mr. Fuller?”
“Rebecca!”
With that, Ashton was about to end the call when Joseph quickly protested, “She came with Mr. Quinn. I’m not in the position to intervene!”
Ashton frowned. “Find a solution, then.”
He hung up immediately after. Glancing at me, he asked, “How’s that?”
I nodded in approval. “Simple and straightforward!”
He frowned. “So, are you satisfied?”
Pouting, I rebuked, “What’s your business got to do with me?”
As I could not be bothered to argue with him, I passed the pastries I brought to him. “Mrs.
Eriksen said that if you knew that I baked these pastries, you’d definitely enjoy them.”
Taking the box from my hands, he glanced at it then back at me. “Did you really bake them?”
“I helped out!” As Mrs. Eriksen and Molly baked them too, I did not deserve full credit.
Chuckling, he commented, “Although they look quite ugly, they probably taste quite good.”
Ugly?
I was rendered speechless.
It was already evening, so the workday had already ended. Mrs. Eriksen called, saying that she would return first and that I should go home with Ashton.
Knowing that she was deliberately trying to make me spend more time with Ashton, I agreed without saying anything else.
Ashton was not particularly fond of pastries, so he merely took a few bites. Not commenting on it, I leaned against the couch and used my phone.
However, he snatched my phone away. “Stop using your phone so regularly. It’s bad for your eyes.”
“Then, do I look at you instead?” I was extremely bored. Furthermore, as I was quite upset by what happened downstairs, I felt an urge to rebuke Ashton whenever he spoke.
He laughed and offered generously, “Sure, you can look at me to your heart’s content!”
Completely uninterested in his offer, I rolled my eyes. “You should ask Rebecca to do it instead. I’m not interested!”
“Are you still angry?” He pulled me into his arms as he said exasperatedly, “Rumors spread easily in a company as large as this. It’s inevitable for some people to deliberately stir up trouble. What’s the use of being bothered by it?”
I said sarcastically, “So you knew about it right from the start, but you just idly stood by? If I hadn’t visited today, would you have been enjoying this a lot? Your wife and your mistress are both pregnant. Once we both give birth, you might be blessed with a son and a daughter!
How perfect!”
Hearing the sarcasm in my words, he massaged his temples. “You have such a wild imagination. Why can’t you think about other issues instead?”
I scoffed, “Like what? Should I think about your passionate relationship with Rebecca and how the both of you are sleeping with each other behind my back?”
He frowned, feeling frustrated. “I keep saying that there’s nothing between both of us, so why do you keep harping on it? Are you never going to get over it?”
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