As Ashlyn approached the door of the apartment’s building, she subconsciously looked behind her and noticed that Devin hadn’t taken his eyes off her.
Shocked, she allowed her gaze to linger on his face for a while. Afterward, she looked away and walked into the apartment building.
Absent-mindedly, she walked into the empty elevator, lost in thought.
If Devin was the man she had slept with four years ago, then he wasn’t pursuing her to get back at Gordon. There was a chance Devin was in love with her.
Ashlyn felt a headache. It was better for Devin to pursue her to get back at Gordon. This way, she could turn him down without any iota of guilt.
The elevator doors opened suddenly.
Ashlyn snapped out of her thoughts and walked out.
Immediately she entered her apartment, she dialed Jessie’s number.
Jessie wasn’t with her phone when Ashlyn called her. She was in Louisa’s bar, and the loud music made her unable to hear her phone ring.
After dialing Jessie’s number again, Ashlyn called Louisa’s bar line, hoping to reach Jessie through it.
The receptionist came over and whispered in Louisa’s ear, “Miss Ramos is looking for Miss Walker. She wants Miss Walker to call her back.”
“Okay,” Louisa responded with a nod and she gazed around the bar in search of Jessie. Jessie was dancing happily on the stage not far away. Hastily, Louisa walked over and pulled her down.
Irritated, Jessie frowned. Louisa had just spoilt her fun. “What are you doing? I was just beginning to have fun with that handsome guy.”
“Ashlyn wants to speak to you now.” Louisa rolled her eyes.
On hearing this, Jessie sobered up. She understood that Ashlyn was more important than any handsome man.
She hurried to the booth to pick her cell phone. On seeing Ashlyn’s two missed calls, Jessie felt it was a bad omen.
Jessie put a call across to Ashlyn. Her hunch was right. She gasped after hearing what Ashlyn had to say. “Are you being serious? The man you slept with four years ago was Devin, not that ass?”
“That ass?” Ashlyn raised her eyebrows.
Jessie chuckled. “Isn’t Gordon an ass? That aside, are you sure Devin was the man whom you slept with?”
A light feeling flushed across Ashlyn on hearing Jessie call Gordon an ass.
“The necklace is Devin’s.” Ashlyn sighed helplessly.
Jessie gasped. “Damn it. It is true then. But I’m glad it was him, Ashlyn.”
“Well, I want you to help me investigate this further,” Ashlyn said.
Ordinarily, Ashlyn would have sought the help of Talia, but Talia worked for her father. Stevie wasn’t aware of what had even happened four years ago, and Ashlyn wanted it to remain that way. So, she was just left with the option of seeking Jessie’s help.
Ashlyn knew that Jessie didn’t really have what it took to carry out such investigation. She was hoping that Jessie would speak to her cousin, Payne, who was very fit for the job, to help her out.
“Don’t worry, Ashlyn. I will talk to Payne right away. Oh, I will be so happy if that ass wasn’t the one you slept with four years ago.”
Gordon had never been in Jessie’s good book. Ashlyn didn’t try to stop her as Jessie made fun of Gordon. Now, she took pleasure in hearing her insult him.
Ashlyn looked out of the French windows, her eyes falling on the bright stars. “I don’t know if I will feel the same way.”
Devin was more difficult to deal with than Gordon.
Jessie contemplated Ashlyn’s words for a while and asked, “Are you still in love with Gordon?”
The fact that she still nurtured feelings for Gordon made Ashlyn sad. “I will forget him one day, Jessie. It doesn’t matter what I feel now.”
Jessie didn’t understand quite clearly what Ashlyn was trying to say. “Hold on. What are you insinuating?”
Ashlyn didn’t want to hide anything from Jessie, so she explained everything that happened that night to her.
After that, she sighed. “I think Devin is being serious.”
Ashlyn wasn’t sure if Devin was indeed the man from that night four years ago.
But she was sure that Gordon was a despicable man.
Early in the morning, Ashlyn found that she had several missed calls from Jessie. She figured that Jessie had already found out the truth. As she called her friend back, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself that Payne was quite efficient.
However, when the call connected, the first thing Jessie asked was, “Ashlyn, are you still at home?”
Today was Sunday, and Ashlyn was planning to go to the gym.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, “Why? What’s wrong? Someone blocked my door?”
“You just woke up? You mean you didn’t see the messages I sent you?”
Ashlyn pursed her lips. She just couldn’t understand what Jessie was trying to say.
So she put the call on loudspeaker and then logged into her account, only to find that she had a barrage of messages from countless people.
More than twenty of the messages were from Jessie. Ashlyn tapped on their chat and immediately saw the screenshot Jessie had sent her: a headline of the entertainment news. She now understood what Jessie meant.
Last night, Gordon went to a hotel with his new girlfriend. He didn’t leave until two o’clock in the morning. Unbeknownst to him, he and his girl were photographed.
“Oh, I see…” A cold smile tugged at the corners of Ashlyn’s lips.
On the other end of the line, Jessie, who had been holding back her anger for several hours now, finally exploded. “That fucking bastard! He just never does anything right! You divorced him months ago. It doesn’t matter who he’s dating, but why the hell would he go to your apartment after fucking his new girlfriend?”
Even Ashlyn was confused by Gordon’s strange behavior. Shrugging indifferently, she mused, “Maybe he’s nuts.”
Ashlyn saw the screenshot Jessie had sent her, and she felt ironic.
It said, “It seems Gordon’s old love is more important than his new sweetheart.”
She had never been Gordon’s old love. After all, he never loved her in the first place.
Jessie was trembling with righteous indignation. “Fuck that son of a bitch! Anyway, the paparazzi are at your door. You’d better not go out today. And it’s all that bastard’s fault!”
Ashlyn frowned slightly. She stood up, walked over to the French windows and drew the curtain to look downstairs.
She lived in an upper floor, so she couldn’t see clearly if there were paparazzi waiting for her.
Jessie kept on cursing Gordon for a while. After a pause, she asked curiously, “Well, Ashlyn, since that son of a bitch made a move first, then we should answer in kind. Arabella’s back. I heard that she lives in that hotel. I seriously doubt that his new girlfriend is Arabella!”
Ashlyn chuckled helplessly. “Even if it’s not Arabella, we can still be unkind.”
Jessie squealed excitedly. “You are absolutely right! How about we ask Payne for help?”
Ashlyn didn’t refuse. Arabella used to provoke her a lot, so she had been thinking of teaching her a lesson sometime. Now was her chance!
“Sounds good.”
Looking out the window at the sunny skies, Ashlyn squinted slightly. “Well, I’m going to take a shower now. Bye!”
“Okay. I’ll call Payne right now!”
After hanging up, Ashlyn read the screenshot again. With a smile, she shook her head wryly. “He really has a new sweetheart…”
The woman in the photo wasn’t Arabella. Arabella had been Ashlyn’s sister-in-law for three years; she could recognize her easily. Although Ashlyn couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly in the screenshot, she could still tell that the woman wasn’t Arabella.
“Who’s Gordon going to pick? Arabella, his old love, or his new sweetheart?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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