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.

her pale

fact that we showed up in such an intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the

face. Staring at Ashton, she asked

Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and

“Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you move on? It has

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

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

couldn’t help but sigh when I realized I had

“I have everything you need in

of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed

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

sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice echoed in the

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

Nancy replied with her lips pursed, “I have something regarding

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

his orated speech, he cast a stern gaze at her and asked, “You’re twenty-six-year-old, aren’t 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

spite of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung by