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

“Thank you,” Summer replied politely, then went on to say, “Are you Daddy’s secretary too? Where’s Ms. Collins?”

Thora’s face fell, her expression souring significantly.

It must have been humiliating for the president of a highly-regarded listed company to be mistaken for a lowly employee such as Stella by a kid, even if it had been merely an innocent mistake.

Who would have thought that my baby would learn to defend her mother at such a young age? Way to go, Summer!

Internally snickering, I cleared my throat and pulled Summer even closer to me. “I’m sorry, kids these days don’t know what they’re talking about,” I explained sarcastically. “You won’t take her words to heart, right, Ms. Ziegler?”

Thora quickly regained her composure and steeled her expression once more, haughtily throwing her hair over her shoulder as if nothing had happened. “Of course not,” she sniffed. “It was just a joke, after all. These things happen with kids all the time.”

I’d expected nothing less from a woman who built her career up from the ground all by herself. She’d mastered the method of getting close to people by first exchanging niceties with them before making her advances aggressively. After failing to appeal to Ashton’s daughter, she had likely decided to steal him away through brute force instead.

in Ashton was born out of calculation rather than a pure

Ding!

of her puzzling confidence, but the elevator had arrived at our floor. I couldn’t act too much like a bully in front of Summer either, so I took a deep

Thora followed

times before, I reached my arms around his neck and fiddled with his collar, making sure that Thora was watching every single move. After that, I grabbed his tie

take some time out of your schedule to accompany the kids for dinner,

I turned on my heel and pulled Summer

a skip in my step all the way to the car, feeling especially proud of my amazing acting skills. Who wouldn’t feel

red while she tried her best

years’ worth of emotions and the natural instinct to press close to one another was something that she, a woman who had

they seemed perfect for each other on paper, the truth may turn out to

resting her chin on my chest as she stared up with questioning eyes. “Does Daddy not