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

I wasn’t really sure what to do. Since I had to stay in Moranta for the next few days, I couldn’t very well go all the way back and send her to the hospital. “Mom, can you ask one of the maids to take Summer to the hospital? She may just be going through a bad case of seasonal flu. Maybe she’ll get better after a while,” I told Cameron.

“Alright. I’ll arrange for someone to take her to the hospital tomorrow. Your dad and I have been so busy nowadays we can barely catch our breath. Come back after finishing your business at Moranta, okay? Don’t go to A City anymore. Come back to K City and learn how to manage the companies. Your dad and I are getting old, so you and Emery will be taking over soon. Since you’re both so young, it’ll be much easier for you two to take the reins. I’m sure the companies will do much better with you two in charge.”

It surprised me to hear that they were planning to pass both the Moore Corporation and the Anderson Corporation over to me. Almost instinctively, I replied, “Mom, you know I don’t like all that business stuff. Nick and Emery are both skilled enough to take over. I still have stuff I want to do in the future. You can slowly give up the company bit by bit, but there’s no rush.”

Luckily, Cameron seemed to respect my decision. She sighed and replied, “You know, you will have to take over sooner or later. You’re from the Moore family, after all. There are some things you can’t just push to others.”

I knew she was just reminding me out of kindness. Hence, I replied with a short hum, reluctant to say much more.

However, my mood got much worse after the phone call. I had never even thought of those things. In the midst of all this new information, I couldn’t help but feel slightly rattled. I turned around to see Ashton still reading.

bit. After all, I had run out by myself and got my phone broken by

mood. I decided to just crawl into bed. Maybe it was because I was worried, or maybe

I soon realized that Ashton was making those noises on purpose. He was practically slamming his books down and even made a racket when he was filling a glass of water. His typing was

was doing it on purpose. Sometimes, men could really be more immature than I could imagine. He was just trying his best to get my

out a calculator and started repeatedly pressing one of the buttons. The mechanical beeps

and looked at him. “Ashton, can you stop being so childish?” He was almost forty, so I couldn’t believe that he

glared at me. “How am I being

spit. “So you think you’re being an adult right now?” In order to wake me up, he had already banged, beeped, and tapped everything that could

me and suddenly lowered his head, chuckling so

our weaker or childish side to each other. Despite having been married for many years, I sometimes felt as though

“What did you go