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.

had been four years since I last saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t

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

Staring at Ashton, she asked

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

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

late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt to get out of his sight

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

realized I had indirectly offended

upstairs and asserted, “I have everything you

look. She seemed to

with that look—I was certain

be certain of the sort of relationship

called out, her voice

and queried with a frown. It was evident

Nancy replied with her lips pursed, “I have something regarding the deal with HiTech to

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 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

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

speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary