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

I looked away and avoided his gaze, but he took me by surprise with an amorous kiss.

It took me a short while to pull myself together. “Summer is still in Glenwood Apartments! I need to return to her!”

Staring at me, he said, “I have gotten in touch with Jackson. He told me he would look after Summer. Since you’re back, don’t you think you’re supposed to live with me?”

My brows furrowed. “But we’re already divorced!”

“I have never signed the agreement.” He uttered in a hoarse voice.

He then lifted me up and brought me into the villa against my will. It was only then that I noticed we had made our way back to the villa at Peakville Estate.

Apart from the exterior of the villa, nothing much had changed over the past four years.

I felt uncomfortable being carried by him. Hence, I insisted, “I can walk on my own!”

“It’s fine. Just close your eyes and take a break.”

I found his words absurd because it was only a short distance that would take me a few minutes at most.

The moment we entered the living room, I was caught off guard by the presence of Sally and Nancy.

last saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it

intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room. They jumped up from the

her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why

replied with a frown, “Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone

was on the verge of losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why

it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear

and looked at me before uttering in a gentle tone, “If you’re sleepy, go ahead

but sigh when I realized I had indirectly offended Sally

asserted, “I have everything you need in the

look. She seemed to be having a hard

that look—I was certain she was head over

couldn’t be certain of the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice echoed

Ms. Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with a frown. It was evident he

replied with her lips pursed, “I have something

glance, he replied in a callous tone, “Ms. Goldstein, it’s nine o’clock in the evening. Fuller Corporation only operates from nine in the morning till six in the evening. Since we’re three hours beyond work hours, don’t you think it’s rude to talk about work now? I’m afraid others are

up, don’t you? It doesn’t feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure

had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could