When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel Chapter 1430

“Neighbor?” This seemed to catch Emery’s attention. She asked hurriedly, “When was this?”

“Just yesterday.” I didn’t think she would be so surprised at the news. “He moved into that villa opposite my house.”

“Oh my god,” Emery gasped, placing her hand on her chest in apparent shock.

A moment later, she seemed to recover herself. “So you’ve met each other already? And I’m guessing several times?”

“Yes. We had dinner together last night too. Why? Is something wrong?” Now I was the worried one. I recalled yesterday night’s dinner situation. I mumbled to myself, “Marcus doesn’t seem to like Ashton very much.”

“Hmph, shoot me dead if he does,” Emery spat.

“What did you say?” I didn’t know if I had heard her correctly.

“Nothing,” Emery said before changing the topic. “What do you think of Ashton’s son?”

“He’s a very interesting kid.” I couldn’t help but smile when I thought of Gregory. “You know, a while back he used to call me Mommy.”

Emery’s expression turned serious at my words. Staring intently at me, she blurted, “You are his mom.”

The private room fell into silence so intense you could hear the sound of a pin drop.

Sometime later, I managed to collect myself. Testing the waters, I asked, “Emery, you’re not pulling my leg about something this serious, right?”

I didn’t think Emery was really telling the truth.

As if she had long expected my reaction, she rearranged her features into a serious mask and answered, “I swear on my heart that everything I’ve told you is nothing but the truth.”

My certainty began to waver at her bold statement.

Though Emery seemed like a jokester, I knew she wouldn’t mess around when she dealt with serious issues. Her revelation was just too inconceivable to me.

The loud click-clacks of high heels approached me. I turned around and saw a beautiful woman stomping furiously toward me.

Her gaze was full of hatred as if I had killed her family or something.

“Damn it. Who let her in?” Emery swore.

Soon, the woman was right in front of me. Her tactfully made-up face was tinged with hostility. Our proximity amplified her aggression.

I had no impression of her. Subconsciously, I knew we didn’t have a great relationship in the past, and I knitted my brows in worry.

“It’s really you! You’re still alive!” She spoke impassionedly, grabbing my elbow in the process. She began yelling like a banshee as she made a move to slap me.

Emery got up from her seat and pushed the woman away. “Rebecca, you’re mad! Are you done acting like a b*tch?”

The woman named Rebecca wasn’t paying attention to Emery, who suddenly shoved her mercilessly against the door of our private room.