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 and

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

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

His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that she should stop poking her

on the verge of losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you move on? It has

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

me before uttering in a gentle tone, “If you’re

I realized I had indirectly offended Sally once

me upstairs and asserted, “I have everything

seemed to be having a

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

certain of the sort of relationship she had with

Nancy called out, her voice echoed in the spacious

turned around and queried with a frown. It was evident he was irked

have something regarding

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,

great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to

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