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

After getting rebuffed, Ashton looked away and smiled wryly. “I know the answer. It is no surprise to me.”

I smirked. “Who do you think I will pick?”

“I know you won’t pick me.” Ashton shrugged as disappointment flashed across his face. “But Scarlett, you’ll be my only choice no matter what.”

It seemed like he was joking, so I didn’t know how to react.

Without waiting for my response, he climbed out of the window deftly. “See you tomorrow.”

He then jumped and disappeared into the night.

I went to the window and looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. I waited a while longer before closing the windows.

The next morning, I woke up early.

Eager to see my son, I dressed up for the occasion.

Marcus

ride, but ten minutes after we

so I hurriedly followed him. We entered a shop

signboard hanging above the entrance. There were twelve clocks, each

the counter, where an elderly gentleman was examining an old watch using professional equipment carefully. He didn’t seem surprised at our

inner space. As he took long strides, I had

in the house full of clocks, we finally arrived in a vast room. Bottles of red wine were lined up on both sides of the walls, and there was a velvet

momentary silence, the wall right in front of me

red wine wasn’t

attempts for someone to get the right key. Besides, no one would pay attention to

space. I scurried after him

as he was too fast, but I forced myself to remember the direction. If I

as I entered, but an underground factory appeared in my

line. There were workers dressed in silver protective suits handling unknown bottles on the conveyor belt. I was too far

“This way.”