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

Chapter 718

Ashton had already flung the blanket aside, a rapid motion that lifted up my skirt along with it. Horrified, I snatched it back and cringed beneath it. “Ashton, you brute…”

He turned to me with a smouldering look. Without another word, he got up and strode out of the room.

I gaped at him. Did he just walk out on me? I thought in disbelief.

Ashton returned a few minutes later with a first aid kit in his hand. He once again took up his seat beside my bed and deftly began to apply ointment to my arm.

Ashton’s regular, handsome features, framed by the soft glow of the light in the room, made a familiar but irresistible picture. I realized with a start that I’d known him for close to ten years now. He remained, however, just as gorgeous as when I’d first met him.

When he had finished, Ashton suddenly raised his head. Deep in thought, I hadn’t time to react and was confronted with his intense stare.

Our eyes met. For a moment, I felt as if I’d plunged deep into his obsidian eyes. My face burned and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

“Ahem,” I coughed. My throat suddenly felt incredibly parched. “I’m very grateful to you for what happened tonight. I’m willing to overlook your trespassing incident and so won’t be calling the police. Goodbye!”

“Ha!” Ashton gave a high, dry laugh. He narrowed his eyes at me, then remarked, “Scarlett, I never realized how cunning you are with your words!”

breathlessly, my heart pounding. “I was speaking the truth. Ashton,

at Ashton and lay back down on the bed, facing away from

statue. After a while, when

to look at him. To my shock, Ashton was staring straight at me.

experience first-hand any of the events that I went through. They’re all a list of incidents in your mind. We lost a baby, and I

start, I’m willing to give everything up. Until then, Scarlett,

by his matter-of-fact tone. I hadn’t foreseen that Ashton,

you’d better keep your word then!” I replied hotly. As those words left my lips, however, there was a vague aching

…

the dark, stormy night, the next morning arrived bathed in a soft, sunny

I woke up, Ashton was no longer in the bedroom. He’d evidently snuck away sometime in the night, probably after I

thought, I headed to the bathroom to wash up, then went to downstairs

door of his room, then opened it. The bed

the ruckus I’d raised in my bedroom, the rest of the house had remained singularly hushed. Armond

been with

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