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 and haggard face, it didn’t impact the noble presence

intimate manner startled the duo who was

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

Ashton replied with a frown, “Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that

since you guys

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

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

help but sigh when I realized I had indirectly offended Sally

asserted, “I have everything you need in

caught a glimpse of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed to be having

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

sort of relationship she had with

her voice echoed in

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

replied with her lips pursed, “I have something

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

know the appropriate time to bring work up, don’t you? It doesn’t feel great to have a stranger in

his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung by such