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.

pale and

showed up in such an intimate manner startled the duo who

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

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

on the verge of losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are

for you to leave!” He made himself clear that

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

I realized I had indirectly

“I have everything you need in the bedroom. Nothing much has

dejected look. She seemed to be having a hard time

the emotions associated with that look—I was certain she

I couldn’t be certain of the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past four

her voice echoed in the spacious

around and queried with

have something regarding

the proper 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 hours beyond work hours, don’t you think it’s rude to talk about work now? I’m afraid

in the house. I’m not sure how

of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no