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

My brows furrowed. “No. I was just wondering why you suddenly have the craving for the food I make. By the way, how is your mother?” I casually asked.

To my surprise, his expression darkened. “Are we going back to your place or not? If we’re not, let me get down from the car. I’m going back to the hotel.”

What’s wrong with him? He’s just unreasonably angry right now.

I fell silent and drove straight to the villa instead. Right as he got down from the car, he made a call. Soon, someone brought his luggage over. When he saw me looking at him, he lifted a brow and questioned, “I’m starving. Why aren’t you making anything yet?”

For a moment, I was speechless.

I entered the villa and began preparing some food for him.

Dragging the suitcase behind him, he glanced around the house before asking, “Where will I be staying in?”

stayed here whenever Ashton was not around. Therefore, the interior of the house seemed silent and dead. Now that I think about it, Holden’s right. I

the house, he commented, “This house is worth tens of millions, but look at the

bedroom is on the second

I nodded. “Yes.”

I saw him carrying his suitcase upstairs, I voiced, “Mr. Taylor, I’ll be going back to the Moore Residence at night, and I won’t be coming back here. Is

stare at me with widened eyes. “What do you mean by you’re going to Moore Residence and not coming back? Are you going to make me stay in this house all by myself while you enjoy a sweet home somewhere else? Scarlett, do you have a heart? How can

to the Moore Residence anyway. Ashton isn’t home, and I rarely sleep here. You’ll be fine living here. There’s a car in the garage, and you can drive yourself anywhere you wish to go. If you really don’t want to go out of the house at night, I’ll prepare something for you to eat later. In a while, I’ll get a housekeeper to come here and prepare your meals.

living here and living in a hotel? No. You have to stay

I have no words for him. Why is

same roof and talk about how I’m also a married woman. Do you really think it’s appropriate

I’m not asking you to share a bed with me. I don’t care. You have to stay here tonight, and it won’t matter even if you call Ashton. Also, I don’t want to eat anything else but the pasta you make. It’ll be the same at night; you have to cook for me. Otherwise, I won’t sign the contract. You can mull over this yourself.” With that said, he stormed off to the

inconvenient for him to live in the villa—the villa was big enough for another person to live in, not to mention the fact that I had once