Chapter 263

Ashton sneered and pinched my cheek. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”

After Ashton departed, I planned to return to bed and take another nap before starting my day, but my phone on the nightstand had started buzzing.

I took a peek and noticed I have an incoming call from an anonymous number. The first call was hung up by the person on the other end because I had no intention to pick it up.

After several consecutive calls, I picked it up and heard a man’s hoarse voice the moment the call got through. “I’m at your doorstep!”

“John?” I was surprised.

“Are you trying to avoid me?” he replied, utterly irritated.

“N-No! I’m not in K City! Currently, I’m at J City!”

He got worked up all of a sudden and yelled, “Stop it! I’m currently at Peakville Estate! Are you going to open the door or not?”

I finally figured out the reason behind his frustration – it turned out he was right at my doorstep, yet I refused to pick up the call.

After I changed and headed downstairs, I noticed the maid had gotten the breakfast ready. I told her to get me another serving and pack it for me.

By the time I reached the entrance, I saw the Bugatti that was parked right in front of the gate. The driver of the eye-catching vehicle winded down the window and instructed, “Get in the car!”

As soon as I boarded the car, I caught a whiff of a pleasant scent. Perhaps it the air freshener that was applied to conceal the awful stench of tobacco.

John laid the seat flat and stared at me with his pale and haggard face while he took another whiff of smoke. “Why have you blacklisted my contact number?”

was confused. A few seconds later, I asked, “Huh? Since when have I

you spent the night with Ashton

nodded and affirmed his thoughts while he scoffed, “Hmph! He

contact number? Though, why would

you called me last

he called me at three o’clock in the

my mind. After all, no ordinary man

rushed to the hospital

the conversation Cameron had with Ashton at three in

as though he didn’t have enough sleep last night. “I have shown her

Ella li = illi

“Which was…”

queried with an

end, I stared at him with

a seven to eight-month-old fetus to produce a custom-made voodoo

“Fine, I guess I should be grateful because you have gotten rid of her on my behalf. At least I don’t

“Where’s your phone?

nodded and reached for my phone, going through the contact list to search for John’s contact. There was no way John could reach me since

and WhatsApp

on, John started dissing Ashton for his unbelievably childish

who will resort to such a childish and despicable trick on this

session and handed over the set of breakfast I had brought along with me

call you and tell you everything about Rebecca, but

was such a sentimental man and tend to overthink things whenever he was on

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