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?”

and second floor. Have a look at them yourself. You can live in whichever room you prefer.” Cleaners were often hired to clean the house, and I rarely 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

commented, “This house is worth tens of millions, but look at the state of it. How busy Mr.

queried, “Your bedroom

I nodded. “Yes.”

Residence at night, and I won’t be coming back here. Is there anything you need? If so,

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 you just leave me

“Mr. Taylor, I’m supposed to go back 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

the difference between living here and living in a hotel? No. You have to

that point, I have no words for him.

Taylor, let’s put aside how inappropriate it is for us to live under the same roof and talk about

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,

fell silent. It was not that it was inconvenient for him to live in the villa—the villa was big enough for another person to live in, not to mention