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

He seemed to be smiling approvingly when he replied, “I thought you were going to reject me again. Great, I’ll send you the address after this. Don’t be late, or I’ll be sad.”

After hanging up the call, I tried Ashton’s number again. Finally, he answered the phone and there were some traffic noises from his end.

“Ashton, is everything okay over there?”

“I’m stuck in traffic.” Ashton sounded a little flustered. “But don’t you worry; I’ve managed to make contact with Mr. Moore. He promised that he won’t be making the trip to A City for now.”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s great. Can you please take him to the hospital later? I’ll call Mom right now to let her know.”

I gave Cameron a quick update on the phone before receiving a text message with the address where I was supposed to meet Armond.

The address was not far from where I was so I decided to take a cab there.

I arrived at the address to find a cafe bistro that actually resembled more of a private residence. I almost missed the entrance until a waiter greeted me and led me inside.

Armond was already waiting for me in a private room. Dressed in a casual blue sweater, his jacket was draped over a chair next to him as the heater was turned on in the room. Upon my arrival, his lips curled up in a faint smile as he spoke, “Have a seat. Try some of the Earl Grey tea here.”

Biting my lips, I took a seat across from him as he slowly poured hot water into his tea pot. After which, he slid a tea cup in front of me and said gracefully, “Smell the aroma from the tea leaves.”

it under my nose to take a whiff. It did smell

kept smiling. “Very

relaxed manner in tea making was in direct contrast to the anxiousness I was feeling all day. Sensing he was in no hurry at all to disclose his real intention, I finally broke the silence, “Armond, I don’t have all the

of enjoying the quality of the finer things. If you think that I’m wasting your time, the exit is

knew clearly that I would not leave just yet,

up the tea cup and downed the drink in one big gulp. His condescending voice rang in front of me as I

at him. “It still ends up in the same place. I

the man poured another cup of tea from his pot and grunted, “Drink and taste

mention differentiating the taste of the tea between big gulps and small sips. However, to get him off my back, I had no choice but to taste the

satisfied with the show I put on.

sigh of relief and fixed my gaze at

the man drank the last of his tea elegantly before

me while his lips curled up in a smirk. “Am I to understand that you’re willing

furrowed into a knot as I tried to contain the mounting rage in my chest. “You already know that I’m a married woman. I can

indeed. However, that box is not

up, thinking that I had come