My hand felt warm in his. Looking over at the bags placed by the side, I said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Emery chuckled jovially. “And a pair of shoes for me,” she added.

Emery took a few tentative steps, then turned to me and marveled, “These shoes are fantastic! Much better than high heels.”

I smiled at her.

Ashton looked at me and raised an eyebrow. His grip on my hand tightened somewhat as he picked up the bags from the floor and pulled me along with him.

“Hey Ashton, are you blind? There are some more bags here,” Emery yelled after us. She was seething.

Ashton said nothing. Paying no heed to Emery’s indignant cries, he dragged me headlong towards the mall’s exit.

I stopped short in my tracks. “We left some bags behind?”

Ashton furrowed his brow. His gaze settled on something beyond me.

I turned to see Hunter Zane striding towards us. Recognition dawned on me, and I followed Ashton obediently.

Ashton had parked his car just outside the mall. It was a black McLaren sports car and looked tremendously flashy.

“Why did you choose this car today?” The car was impressive, but I had rarely seen him driving it.

We placed our bags in the trunk. I noticed that they were all the items that Emery had picked out for me. How did Ashton know that?

“I just randomly chose this one,” Ashton answered shortly. He pulled me into the car. “What would you like to eat?”

with Joe in the mall and exclaimed,

lip,

he replied briefly, while

candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you.

goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly bit me on

cried out in pain and looked

anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that

“I’ll buy something for you another day,

happy with anything as long

What?

a woman! Who else would be able to come up with

made dinner reservations under his name at a private room in a restaurant

winter cold, but

of us present. Besides their usual trio, Joe

ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days ago. It’s received multiple smashing reviews online,

had always been a man of few words.

either, knocking

had never returned to the villa to see Summer. Ashton must have said something

meal in a silence that seemed weightier than usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where

call for the waiter

he approached me, intending to come for the glass of juice in my head, Ashton

waiter froze for a moment, then

a questioning look

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