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.

I last saw Sally. In spite of her pale

duo who was drinking tea in the living

all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she

tone was flat and emotionless,

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

Sally, it’s getting late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself

his gaze and looked at me before uttering in a

help but sigh when I realized I had indirectly offended Sally

brought me upstairs and asserted, “I have everything you need in the bedroom.

seemed to be having a

a fellow woman, I knew the emotions associated with that look—I

of relationship

her voice echoed

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

have something

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 hours,

you, Ms. Goldstein? I’m sure you know the appropriate time to bring work up, don’t you? It doesn’t 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

that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand