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 didn’t impact

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

was written all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why have you brought her

your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to

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

leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt to get out

uttering in a gentle tone, “If you’re sleepy, go ahead and take

but sigh when I realized

“I have everything you need in the

She seemed to be having a hard time pulling herself

I knew the emotions associated with that look—I was certain she was

sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past four

called out, her voice echoed in the

with a frown. It was evident he was

have something regarding the deal

knew the proper way to carry himself as a gentleman. Upon a simple 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

feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access to my house, but I don’t wish to see you here without my consent in the future. After all, I don’t enjoy having others interrupting

had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman