When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 175 

With a sigh of relief, I lay down and got ready to sleep.

The next morning.

I woke up earlier than usual.

Ashton had not woken up yet and he was sleeping very soundly. Even then, his sleeping posture was very pleasant to the eyes. His neat and short black hair revealing his classic facial features which were well-defined.

It was the first time that I looked at his face so carefully.

His eyelashes were very long, his lips were tightly closed and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly!

This facial expression was an indication of constant alertness.

It had been said that people who slept with this posture were persistent and insistent on getting their way.

Indeed, Ashton fitted that description.

He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Additionally, his legs were well-proportioned and slender!

His level of alertness was extremely high even when he was sound asleep.

He opened his pitch-black eyes suddenly with not the slightest bit of sleepiness and staring straight at me.

As our eyes met, I was taken aback for a moment but quickly returned to normalcy.

After a while, his tense body relaxed. His eyes narrowed and he stretched out his hand. “Come here?”

looked away, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at

John brought earlier was still in the yard

some in. John was right. They were all fruits from R Province. The tomatoes were not

great too. When I was a kid, I always liked to eat

sent a lot. Macy had always said that she craved for them, so I washed some and packed them for her. After checking the

still in hospital, I would send them

some movement from the top of the stairs, I turned around to look and saw it was Ashton in grey pajamas.

in?” It was still early and there was nothing for him to do.

eyes seemed cold but there was a compelling air about him. Sure enough, he looked at me for a long time and

and told him plainly, “Later, I shall

and cranky when they are

suppressed desire, “Shall we go to

I said nothing

no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would become

silence was consent, he held back no more. His hands moved around my waist and explored, sliding

continued and if Mrs. Eriksen came home,

already picked me up and stepped into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower before putting me on the edge of the bath. He put his arms around

not surprised,

seductive as he caught

We did not speak.

the tub for nearly an hour, I lay limp in his arms. He washed me and

room and placed me on the sofa before going back

 good understanding of the saying – A

a few times. While Ashton was in the bathroom, I answered the call, feeling quite

the tone of his voice, I realized that he had