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Then, Ashton, who remained silent before, finally had something to say. “With masks on, they could be
anyone. Last night, you drove a car with a Fuller license plate too, didn’t you? There’s just no way to
tell who they were for sure.”
Ashton had a good point, and I could not agree more with him. “That’s right. How can we tell when their
faces were covered with a mask. Why would Ashton and I just leave our wedding outfit behind and sneak
into some parking lot like we’re having an affair? It doesn’t make sense.”
“So you’re saying that the reporters lied and that they reported fake news? What are you so nervous
about then?” questioned John provokingly.
“I’m not! Why would you say that? I’m not nervous at all.” I immediately threw my hands open and
pretended to be calm.
“Of course not. Everybody can see that,” remarked John sarcastically.
It was then I finally realized that the more I tried to explain myself, the worse I was making myself look.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was so angry at John for making a fool out of me that I picked up a pillow beside me and threw it at him.
Suddenly, a voice almost as annoying as John himself came from upstairs. “Hey, would you look at that!
The couple of the century has graced us with their presence!”
Dressed in gold pajamas and a pair of slippers, Holden casually walked down the stairs.
The man then sat down beside me before quickly getting up again to stare straight at me. “I have to say,
Mrs. Fuller. I never imagined you to be one of us.”
“Shut up, Holden!” I shouted at the man abashedly. Feeling utterly helpless, I quickly turned to Ashton for
help.
Even though Ashton could see that I was looking at him, he took a sip of his tea and acted like
everything was under control. “Mrs. Eriksen, could you please get Mr. Taylor a glass of dragon fruit
juice?”
“Wait. What? Dragon fruit?” After repeating Ashton’s words, Holden suddenly jumped up with a hardened
face and made a dash for the bathroom. “Damn it, Ashton! I’ll get you back for this!”
Blech!
While Holden was puking his guts out, Ashton continued to enjoy his tea calmly. He then set his cup
down and looked at me. “They’re powerful words, aren’t they?”
“I’ll do well to remember them,” I promised the man with an appreciative nod. Apparently, dragon fruit is
the magical repellant to get rid of Holden.
“I’d rather you not. There’s a special place in hell for people who tortured others like that.” Holden slowly
made his way back by leaning against the wall.
In response to that, I shrugged my shoulders indifferently at the man. “Hey, you started it.” Desperate
time calls for desperate measures.
After reaching home for a while, I suddenly realized that I had not seen Audrey or Gregory anywhere, so
I turned to Emma. “Where are the kids?”
“Well, it’s not the weekends yet, so of course they’re at school. You should be glad that they’re not
around. Otherwise, they’d probably see one of your most glorious moments in life on the TV or their
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmphones,” explained Emma collectedly.
Even though everything that the woman said was true, I could not help but feel a hint of mockery in her
words. I guess I can’t really blame her since she’s been with John for quite a while now. That man does
have an effect like that on people. I bet she didn’t notice it at all. Still, she does have a point. I can’t risk
having these unscrupulous media contents mislead my children, so I better figure something out.
“Ashton, maybe you should have Joseph take down this news. I really don’t want the kids or their
classmates to see it.”
As adults, we had already been through so much, so I was worried about Ashton or myself. What worried
me was my children and how their future would be affected.
Ashton then took his phone out and sent a text message. “It’s done. Don’t worry; it’ll never reach
Audrey.”
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