When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 57


    Unfortunately, Ashton rejected my request to wear heels. In his own words, pregnant women shouldn’t


    wear high heels.


    There was just no winning with him. But 3cm heels are not tall at all!


    It wasn’t until we got back into my car that I realized he took me to the shopping mall just to get an


    outfit.


    “Ashton Fuller!” I pouted my lips and protested as he started the car.


    “Yes?” This man was a serious driver. He took a quick nce at me before his eyes were back on the


    road.


    “I’m mad at you.” I wasn’t sure why I was irritated, but my anger had to be vented. I thought he was


    finally being nice to me and going to take me shopping.


    The man raised his eyebrows, seeming bemused by me. “What are you mad at?”


    What am I mad at?


    Err…


    I have no idea either!


    I just kept quiet and tried to suppress my frustration. My hand was suddenly enclosed by his. A warm


    feeling channeled from my hand to my heart. A dulcet, pleasant voice flowed out of Ashton’s mouth as


    he spoke, “Being emotional is bad for the baby, so don’t be angry.”


    Yeah, right!


    Some sweet moments could reallyst forever. Yearster, memories like this one would be the only


    thing that I could still hold on to.


    Our car stopped in front of avish and elegantly designed vi. I was befuddled. “So when you said


    we’d be meeting a few people, you actually meant we’re visiting someone?”


    Ashton gestured for me to get out of the car and handed the car key to the valet parking driver. He then


    leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Just meeting a few friends.”


    Why did he have to make everything so secretive!


    I followed him into the vi and saw a well-dressed middle-aged woman weing us with a broad


    beam across her face. “It’s been a while, Ashton.”


    Then, the woman turned to me and smiled politely. “And this must be Mrs. Fuller?”


    N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    Ashton nodded and extended his hand to shake hers. “Good to see you, Ms. Anderson. Sorry that we


    kept you waiting.”


    Ms. Anderson? After sizing this woman up, I finally recognized her. She was Nick Harrison’s mother,


    Cameron Anderson!


    I wonder what Ashton had in mind taking me here.


    After we exchanged some pleasantries, Cameron led us upstairs to where the dining hall was. A few


    people were already seated at the table. They appeared to be a few middle-aged men and their wives.


    Cameron got us all seated and arranged for her helper to bring out the food, after which she turned to


    all the guests. “Thank you for being here today. It’s been a long while since we were able to invite


    everyone for a gathering like this. So, let’s all have a good time, and please make yourselves at home.”


    “Haha, hold on, Cameron. You have yet to introduce this young couple to us.” The voice came from a


    middle-aged, slightly plump man. Although he said that with a smile, his stately demeanor was


    apparent.


    Cameronughed. “What’s the hurry, Mr. Clinton? This is the young and sessful Mr. Fuller whom I


    was always telling you about. Thedy next to him is his wife, Mrs. Fuller.”


    The hostess went on to introduce her guests to us one by one. After a round of introduction, it finally


    dawned on me that this was no ordinary dinner gathering. These were all prominent and powerful


    people in politics and business.


    While we were dining, Cameron mentioned some interesting local news she hade acrosstely. I


    wasn’t sure if she did that deliberately, as she was now talking about kyanine and how difficult it was for


    her to source some for medical use. ording to her, it had not been seen on the market for decades.


    Clinton joined in, “Speaking of which, I dide upon a case involving kyanine yesterday. But if you’re


    only after medical use, just a few grams should do.”


    Cameron shook her head and quickly added, “That’s the problem, Mr. Clinton. I was just sharing this


    with Mrs. Fuller the other day. Bless her, such a nice girl. She actually got a friend of hers to go looking


    for it. And guess what happened? Her friend’s now being locked up at the police station!”


    I was stunned for a few seconds and then realized she was referring to me when she said ‘Mrs. Fuller.’


    She said we met the other day? And since when were we this close?


    I turned to Ashton to gain some rity, but he was looking at Clinton casually.


    Clinton was a clever person. After all, he did not climb all the way to his position by being insensitive.


    He knew in an instant that Cameron was dropping hints. His weathered eyes, however, were looking


    for my way when he said, “I didn’t know you and Cameron are so close. May I know what’s your


    friend’s name so that I can check on this? If it’s indeed a misunderstanding, it’d be unfair to your


    friend.”


    I got up and held out my ss of orange juice toward Clinton and thanked him in my sweetest voice


    possible, “Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Clinton. Her name is Macy Markle, about my age. I’m


    pregnant, so I’ll toast you with this orange juice instead. Really appreciate your help.”


    Clinton let out a heartyugh and said, “I like your attitude. Cheers!”


    Phew, it sounds like Macy would be okay after all.


    As we continued to drink and dine, the guests were more loosened up.