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.

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

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

was written all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton,

none of your business.” His tone was flat

her cool. “Ashton, since you guys

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

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

help but sigh when I realized I had indirectly offended Sally

and asserted, “I have everything you need in the

She seemed to be having a hard time pulling

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

of relationship she had with Ashton over the

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice echoed

Ms. Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with a

pursed, “I have something regarding the deal

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

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

spite of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could