When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Roughly an hour later, Ashton was out. He was in his usual poker face.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” There was a gentle twitch at the corners of his mouth.

I shook my head and held his hand. “Does it hurt?”

I heard that it’d be awfully painful.

“So what if it does? What are you gonna do?” He gave a cheeky grin.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips on his. “Will this work?”

Cough! The doctor tried to make his presence felt. “You’ll need to come back for a check-up in a week, and try resuming intercourse only after a month’s time.”

“Thank you, doctor.” It was pretty awkward to be seen smooching. My face was still blushing after saying my thanks.

We lingered at the hospital for another hour till the pain subsided.

It was already nightfall when we got back to the villa. After having dinner with Ashton, Emery called.

“Hey, remember that sandalwood box that I wanted to mail to you? I’ve been swamped, and it slipped off my mind. You free tonight? Let’s grab a drink.” She didn’t sound happy.

“Okay. I’ll see you later.” It didn’t take me long to say yes. Ashton was in his study. He had been warm and sweet recently, but I somehow felt that he had something in the back of his mind.

I went to his study only to see him flipping through a large pile of documents Joseph brought back.

heard my footsteps. “Are you

me out for a

in front of him. “Right, what’s the address? I’ll send

still have a lot of things to do, and I can get there myself. Don’t think you should be moving around much after

So how long will you be there?”

guessed that Emery must’ve been caught up with some

hour. Give me the

could voice my discontent. “You being away

he’d put it that way, I dipped my head,

took

her club

crazily buzzing. I saw her looking out from the second floor and a bottle of

like she had been here

myself down, snatched her glass of red wine, and got the attention of the waiter. “Excuse me,

Stop joking, Scarlett.” She laughed,

knew who she was.

the back of her hand as she gazed at the girls on the dance floor.

felt a pinch in

a sip of the red wine, I looked at her. “Is

complaining only after a few days

with her eyes slightly shuttered in a teasing manner. “Have you ever seen parents who insisted on living with their

parents, and George barely interferes

against our will. If only I didn’t