Chapter 701 My Mommy Loves Me Best

Ashley said softly as she stared at Fabio's face.

She held her son in her arms, not doing anything else.

She felt helpless with her son's evident indifference towards Andrew.

She had no idea that Fabio was sulking for being deprived of her attention.

She used to be all over the little boy before Andrew barged into their lives and stole some of her attention from him.

Andrew, with his domineering presence, threatened Fabio to the core. The little boy couldn't help but think whether his mommy loved Andrew more than him

But he was sure that gaining his mother's favor would be an uphill climb for Andrew. Thinking that he owned an upper hand in this silly battle, a small smirk crept onto Fabio's lips.

For a while, he kept the sullen face until Ashley planted soft kisses on his chubby cheeks. And just like that, he was back to his old, usual self.

Andrew, on the other hand, was busy working.

From time to time, Fabio glanced at Andrew's direction to check on him.

Although they had a fight just now, he found Andrew too interesting to ignore. Every minute, he would cock his head to the side and steal glances at his 'daddy'.

Andrew, of course, was aware that his son was on pins and needles, looking at him every chance he got. He didn't show it but he found it amusing and adorable.

This time, when Fabio tried to look at him again, Andrew met his gaze with an expressionless pair of eyes that pierced through him.

Caught in the act, Fabio was stunned for a while, and quickly looked away as his face blushed out of sheer embarrassment.

As Andrew snickered at his son's reaction, his phone rang.

Without looking, Ashley grabbed one and answered, "Hello?"

A surprised Greyson was on the other end of the line. Hearing the seemingly familiar voice, he stared at the phone and checked the phone if he dialed the correct number.

As he put it back in his ear, he was in an utter daze and didn't know what to say.

Frowning, Ashley repeated, "Hello? This is Ashley. Who is calling?"

Hearing the familiar voice and name, Greyson was now convinced it was indeed Ashley who picked up the phone.

'I called Andrew, right? But why is she the one answering his phone? Are they together right now?' Greyson was utterly confused as to how that became possible.

Hearing no response. Ashley check

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

yson's unexpected invitation, they still agreed.

However, when Francis heard about it, he squinted his eyes at Ellie and exclaimed, "No way!"

He could go but Ellie most definitely could not!

How could he take her to such kind of place? She doesn't fit there!

No wonder Andrew felt so discorded from Greyson's silly idea for a get-together! The venue he chose was just too inappropriate!

He didn't want anyone to know how awesome his girlfriend was, nor did he want anyone to lay their sensual gaze at her. He just couldn't risk it.

"Are you sure you don't want Ellie to go with you?" Greyson wanted to make sure.

"Yes!" Francis snorted with furrowed brows. He was still jealous of Ellie and Greyson's friendship. It was impossible for him to bring Ellie to the get-together.

"I will call Ellie later," Greyson said with evident finality.

"How dare you!"

Not even the least bit fazed by Francis' threat, Greyson nonchalantly said, "Just wait and see. What I'm about to tell Ellie will make her come for sure."

"What do you mean?" asked Francis, now even more curious.

But as frivolous as Greyson was, he kept Francis guessing. "I will not tell you! Just remember to bring Ellie tonight!"

Then, without another word, Greyson hung up, leaving Francis totally befuddled.

Thoroughly provoked, Francis threw his phone on the sofa. He rested his left hand his waist while the other hand aggressively brushed against his hair.

Ellie noticed his protruding lips and brooding face, she worriedly asked, "Hey, what's going on?"