Chapter 342
Chapter 342:
As the couple walked away, it became clear to everyone that Ashton’s disinterest in Vivian was genuine.
The fact that Rosalie, a vision of beauty and grace, had chosen Ashton only reinforced the truth that Ashton would never be swayed by Vivian’s superficial charm.
After leaving the boutique, Ashton and Rosalie meandered through the mall, their time together marked by a gentle rhythm of discovery. Ashton had keenly observed Rosalie’s subtle cues, her eyes lingering on items she admired—a telltale sign of her preferences.
This newfound insight allowed him to select gifts with near-precise accuracy, each choice reflecting her tastes and bringing her evident joy.
Rosalie was charmed by Ashton’s uncanny ability to pick out exactly what she liked, though she remained puzzled by his intuitive knack. She felt a warmth in her heart each time he selected something she admired.
More than once, she found herself on the verge of asking Ashton if he harbored feelings for her, but each time, she hesitated.
The fear of an unexpected answer and the potential shift in their relationship held her back.
“Rosalie, what’s on your mind? Come on!” Ashton’s voice cut through her reverie as he playfully waved his hand in front of her face, pulling her back to the present.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Rosalie took a deep breath and made a decisive move.
“Ashton, you must come to my birthday party!” she declared, her tone both earnest and commanding.
Ashton’s eyebrows arched in playful surprise. “Why? Do you really think your birthday celebration would be incomplete without me p>
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“That’s not the point. Anyway, you must come, no excuses!” With a quick motion, Rosalie snatched the shopping bags from Ashton’s hands and dashed to her car, leaving him bewildered in her wake.
Ashton stood there, momentarily disoriented. Why had she left so abruptly?
In the blink of an eye, the date of Rosalie’s birthday arrived. The past two days had been silent on the communication front, leaving Ashton to wonder about her thoughts.
Yet, with her clear invitation, refusing was never an option.
He had gone all out, donning a meticulously chosen suit that elevated his presence, and with a final look in the mirror, he felt ready to make a striking impression at the celebration.
Rosalie’s birthday bash was set against the backdrop of the same private beach where she had attended her class reunion. The Campbell family had spared no expense, booking the entire stretch of pristine sand to ensure an exclusive affair.
The guest list was a roll call of the city’s elite, promising an evening of sophistication and splendor.
As Ashton stepped onto the pristine sands, his gaze was drawn to a familiar face amidst the revelry.