Although Gregory was only six years old, he was bright enough to understand what was happening.
He wished I could stay because he knew someone would become Mrs. Fuller in the end, but he wasn’t willing to accept others as his mother.
I had a lot to do for him to accept me as his mother.
Well, such a process can’t be rushed.
I quickly kept my feelings in check after spacing out momentarily. Thora had tried to please him for so many years, yet to no avail. So how could I hope to gain his acceptance in just one day?
I leaned in to take the young boy into my arms. “Greg, how about I make some of your favorite dishes for dinner tonight?”
“I would love that!” In the end, he was just a child. Excitement was bursting from him at the mere mention of food. It seemed he had forgotten all about his worries from earlier on.
After dinner, I took a warm shower.
I heard my phone ping when I was busy blow-drying my hair.
There weren’t many contacts on my phone – only Emery and Marcus. It must be an emergency if it was from them.
However, when I reached the door, Ashton was sitting behind the bar in the living room naked other than a towel wrapped around his lower half.
He was staring sightlessly into space that he didn’t even notice me.
How can he maintain such a body at his age? That obvious V-shape that trails underneath the towel looks so sexy.
When my brain cleared, Ashton was standing in front of me. His muscular chest was nearly touching my breasts as his dark eyes studied me intently. “Like what you see?”
My entire body shrunk backward, and my face heated. “I didn’t…”
I straightened my back, remembering that we were in my room. “Why are you in my room?”
Ashton lowered his eyes with a deadpan look. “This is my bedroom.”
“No way,” I retorted. “Even though this is my first time here, I remember clearly that the first room on the left by the stairs…”
I realized something was wrong before I finished my sentence.
The room does have the best view and is near to the stairs. It does feel like it’s a master bedroom.
“You…” I raised my head in surprise and pointed at Ashton. “You purposely asked the maids to lead me to this room?”
Ashton only arched his brows, not giving me a response.
Embarrassed and annoyed, I dashed past Ashton and muttered, “Wait a sec. Something must have gone wrong somewhere.”
I turned around and looked at his innocent face. “I remember I only promised to pretend to be your fiancee to fight for your daughter’s custody and not actually marrying you for real. Am I correct?”
I signed the contract thinking the two of us had reached a consensus.
Ashton lowered his eyes, and his lips twitched. “What do you think?” I widened my eyes. What do I think?
Naturally, that would be me staying at my house while he stays at his.
Before I could open my mouth, he fixed his dark gaze at me while approaching me. “Did nobody tell you to study the terms clearly before signing a contract?”
I retorted as I retreated, “Mr. Fuller, you’re a successful businessman. There’s no reason for you to exploit a commoner like me, isn’t it?”
At my remark, Ashton halted with an unreadable look on his face. Just when I thought he was about to let me go, he suddenly leaned in and held my hands hostage against the couch behind me. “You think you know me?”
With him so close to me, it wasn’t my first instinct to push him away. My heart was beating faster and faster in my chest.
But I hated being lied to, so I pretended to be calm and steeled myself. “It’s not too late to know now either. I want to terminate the contract.”
Finding my memories are important, but I don’t have to put myself on the line for it.
I hadn’t had the best impression of Ashton in the first place, but now, he had completely lost my trust.
