“You are crazy!” I shouted. I didn’t want to listen to anything he said because he was too loathsome. Every word out of his mouth was like a thorn pricking me. “I want to get off right now, and this baby has nothing to do with you!”
He smiled faintly with warmth in his gaze. “Tell Ashton that I will take care of both you and the baby for him.”
“You are a psycho!” This man was really out of his mind.
He finally unlocked the door. I swiftly got off the car, not wanting to stay there for even a second longer.
I walked in the opposite direction and called Ashton. Ashton had picked up the call immediately after it was connected. “Ashton!”
He said, “I’m behind you.”
I reflexively turned my head and saw a black Bentley following me. I then realized that it was Ashton’s car.
He continued coldly, “It’s cold outside. Let’s talk after you get in.”
Based on my years of experience with Ashton, I knew he was in a bad mood. I hung up the phone and got in the car. The interior of the car was warm, but the atmosphere was chilly.
After I buckled in, I let out a breath and said to Ashton, “When did you get here?”
He glanced at me with rage burning in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I was taken aback by his question. “What?” I didn’t understand what he meant. As soon as the word was out of my mouth, his anger spiked.
He interrogated with a dark look, “Are you going to keep pretending? Don’t you know the kind of person Armond is? How could you not know the reason he’s looking for you? Scarlett, I thought we are completely honest with each other. Why didn’t you tell me about Armond?”
It seemed that he saw me got off Armond’s car, but wasn’t it too coincidental for him to appear right as I was getting off Armond’s car in a city so big? Unless…
I frowned. “When did you get here?”
His eyes glinted with disappointment as he stared at me. “And all you’re concerned about is when I got here?”
I shook my head. “No. Ashton, I know we’re husband and wife, and there shouldn’t be any secrets between us, but we’re also individuals. In short, I have my plans and thought that may be different from yours. Even though I know Armond is not a good person and is unreliable, this doesn’t mean anything now. I have my reason for meeting him, so please believe me.”
His brows knitted into a frown at my explanation.
Shortly after, he kept his frustration in check and replied, “Alright, I respect you. Tell me when you’re ready.”
He started the car and focused on driving. He didn’t glance at me even once. He was acting like a child.
His expression remained dark even after we arrived at the company. He entered the company in silence and didn’t spare a glance in my direction.
I followed him, slightly embarrassed. There were many people around, and they looked surprised when they saw me walking behind Ashton.
Arriving at the VIP elevator, the door closed right after he went in. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to enter, but I couldn’t catch up to him.
I was bewildered as the elevator doors closed right in front of me. I was thoroughly embarrassed as I felt the stares and heard the whispers from those around me.
“Did Mr. Fuller fought with Mrs. Fuller? He just left her there. I have second-hand embarrassment from watching her.”
“I thought Mr. Fuller was only cold towards the employees, but he was even cold towards his wife. It looks like it wasn’t easy being a rich man’s wife.”
“What did you expect then? Those rich men could pick any girls they want. If they wanted to marry, wouldn’t they want to marry a beautiful maid willing to coax, flatter, and take care of them? There’s no love among the rich. All they want is a comfortable life and someone to please them.”
“You’re right. It was just like those series that occurred in the Georgian era in which the queen didn’t have any say in front of the king. We have finally reached an era of gender equality, but it doesn’t mean anything in the eyes of the rich.”
I stood there waiting for them to finish. We shouldn’t underestimate gossip between women. They could even refer to soap operas that took place in the Georgian era. Even I felt miserable for myself, listening to their comparison. It looked like I was merely Ashton’s trophy wife in their eyes.
The VIP elevator was operated by facial recognition technology, without Ashton, I could only take the normal elevator. As the women reached my side, they finally stopped gossiping.
