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.

In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t

showed up in such an intimate manner startled the duo

at Ashton, she asked petulantly,

“Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that she should stop poking her nose into his

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

Sally, it’s getting late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt to

lowered his gaze and looked at me before uttering in a gentle tone, “If

when I realized I

brought me upstairs and asserted, “I have everything you need in the bedroom. Nothing

of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed

knew the emotions associated with that look—I was

be certain of the sort of relationship she had with Ashton

out, her voice echoed in the spacious

Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with a frown. It

something regarding the deal with

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 going to misperceive our relationship since you brought up such an odd request in the middle of

in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access

wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung