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

Chapter 820

He shook his head. “You’re not allowed to wear skirts anymore!”

Before I could react, he had draped his coat over my thighs to my chagrin.

I was also distinctly aware that everyone around us who was having breakfast glanced toward us more often than was necessary. Do I look indecent?

I examined my dressing again, but I didn’t find anything overtly inappropriate. “Do I look strange at all?” I pleaded with Ashton.

He nodded solemnly. “Yes. You’re too beautiful, that’s the problem.”

I was flabbergasted for a moment and burst into laughter the next. “Where did you learn to say things like that?”

 

He took a sip of water at length. “Just don’t wear skirts this short again.”

“It looks good on me,” I pouted. “Why can’t I wear it?”

 

“It’s too short!” Ashton said brusquely.

Nora said that Ashton’s reaction like this was a common ailment amongst men. They would try to restrict their wives’ freedom to dress provocatively to the best of their ability but would enjoy looking at skimpily dressed women out in public.

“Rebecca and Rachel wear short skirts often and I think they look nice,” I said deliberately. “Why can’t I do the same? You can ogle at others but why can’t I let others ogle at me? Ashton, you’re being unreasonable.”

have anything to do with one another?” Ashton fixed his beady

I

gotten fat recently?” he said critically. “Your fat

actually thought that I’ve gotten skinnier!” I protested after a

wasn’t actually sure if that was the case. “Have I really gotten

he

Ashton had never called me fat before until now. If it had merited a mention from him, perhaps

won’t wear short skirts ever again,” I promised. I’d look awful in them being as fat

a

enjoyed eating, but now that my plumpness had been pointed out, I felt self-conscious and didn’t have much of an appetite. “Here you go,” I said as I pushed the plates

helped myself to a glass of milk. “Why aren’t

losing weight,” I said. “With a controlled diet,

petite sizes anyway. It was well worth it to

pleased. “You should be full in the morning,” he chastised. “How are you going to lose weight if you

pastries back in front of

want to!” I protested. My appetite was virtually

to lose

in defiance,

of my eye, I saw

morning, Mr. White!”

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