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.

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

that we showed up in such an intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room. They jumped

face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why have you brought her back?

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

cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you

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

in a

when I realized I had

and asserted, “I have everything you need

look. She seemed

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

the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the

her voice echoed in

with a frown. It was evident he was irked by

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

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

through 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 to my house, but I don’t wish to see you here without my consent in the future. After all, I don’t enjoy having

carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung by such harsh double