Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go home. Mommy’s upset.”

Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the restaurant.

Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.

When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”

He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”

He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing his laughter as he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m the one who slapped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.

Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s going on?”

Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked, “Did y-you take it out yet?”

He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able to compose himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.

Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d reversed it or not.

Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the rumors that were swirling around.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, a

clips. Did y-you take them

at me with his brows raised. “If

brain stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take

long!” Four years was a long time. I didn’t know if his fertility was already

healthy man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll

this. Adopting a serious tone, I said, “Let’s make an appointment tomorrow and get the clips

destined to leave each other in the end, I don’t want him to ruin his chances of ever having kids in

looked at me and laughed. “We’re not in a rush

manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s vasectomy due to his

was the first person

I rarely left the house as I was busy preparing

the text, I was surprised. It was a short

seemed like nothing more than

phone, turning my attention

Stacey called, stumbling over her words.

in confusion. What does

“What happened?”

she replied, “Nancy was apparently murdered in her own home. The police are investigating now.

with shock. My hands, however, seemed to move on their own

Nancy’s death was being reported

Fuller with you?” Stacey

me when I answered her call. I

in my tone and

in the murky waters of the business world

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