Chapter 161 He looked especially grouchy as he stared at me.
I hated this feeling of uncertainty. So I answered with a frown, “Yes! I will if you ask
me.”
He got up and his shadow loomed over me. “Who was the man you hugged at the airport yesterday?”
I froze for a moment and gaped at him in disbelief. “Are you spying on me?” A wave of inexplicable anger boiled in me. “Wow, Ashton. What is the meaning of this? So I don’t even have the rights to freedom and privacy now?”
His gaze was suffocating and I backed away subconsciously. He grabbed hold of my shoulder and questioned, “Why are you so eager to back away? You’re my wife! Shouldn’t I know of your whereabouts?”
“Yes, yes. You should know. Whatever the great Mr. Fuller says is an order.” I shrugged off his hands the next second as I couldn’t stand the smell of tobacco and alcohol anymore.
Before I could even step out of the study, he grabbed hold of my wrist and took me in his arms. “You’re not planning to explain yourself?”
I despised the feeling of not having any privacy, so annoyance bubbled within me. “What’s there to explain? It’s just like how you saw, Mr. Fuller! I went to meet with the person I like and stayed the night with him at a hotel,” I shouted.
Then, I added as I turned around swiftly to look at him, “Can you let go of me if you’re satisfied with the answer, Mr. Fuller I don’t like the smell of tobacco in here!”
Ashton’s eyes darkened and they turned terrifying. “I want the truth, Scarlett!”
“That’s the truth. It’s what you wanted to hear!” If he had enough trust for me, he wouldn’t have resorted to spying on me.
His hand that had landed around my waist tightened due to his anger. “Then, it seems like we don’t have anything else to talk about anymore.”
had lost its temper and
pressed against the wall but I only took in a deep
he stopped moving. The man before me stared
still had a speck of
smell of tobacco around us and I couldn’t help but furrow my brows when I looked at him coldly. “Will you believe me if I tell
look in his
only went to the airport to pick him up.” I didn’t tell him about the illness. There was no point in telling him something that couldn’t even be written down in black and white, it would
“Am I still the one who is in here?” As he spoke, he put his hand over my
throat and I couldn’t get the words out for a second. My voice was especially low as I said, “Yes. It has
eyes met. He couldn’t hide the desire
and I quickly grabbed his hand. “I need to go to
to vent my emotions out.
“Alright!”
the bathroom after that. He could have been feeling terrible after several times.
“N-No, Ashton!” He looked back at me, his voice was still hoarse as he said, “Be good… Let’s just give
while
saw that I was being
with it for
bit my lips, feeling disgusted as I told him, “Stop
felt extremely uncomfortable so we might
from me as I spoke and saw the unhappy look on his
to him, “I’m