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

“Okay.” I nodded obediently and continued speaking through puffed cheeks, “Get home as soon as you can.”

A faint voice spoke up from his end of the call. It was foreign and sounded like it belonged to a man. “Mr. Fuller, you may begin now.”

“Alright,” Ashton responded to the voice before turning back to me. “I have to deal with some stuff here, so you should go on to bed without me. I’ll text you when I get home.”

Then he hung up before I could manage a “goodbye” or even an “okay.”

Looking back at the call history, something didn’t quite sit right in my chest.

Am I mistaken or did Ashton sound a little nervous earlier? As I contemplated giving him another call after he was done with his work, my phone buzzed—it was a WhatsApp message from Ashton: Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll be extra careful so no one can cop a feel.

A soft smile broke out on my face, thinking that he must be fine if he can joke around like this.

Feeling relieved, I put away my phone and decided to check on the twins in their nursery. On my way there, I noticed a faint glow coming from Summer’s room. Seeing that her door wasn’t fully shut, I peeked into her room out of curiosity.

sat before her brightly lit computer with her head leaning down, doing something that I couldn’t see from where

Stella to the Logistics Department and made sure she suffered for it. Don’t tell me that

behind Summer to get a better look. It turned out that Summer was practicing some fourth-grade math questions with

sight before me. Summer had just started school, yet she had somehow attained this

lowered, focusing on the fourth-grade workbook before her. She was so absorbed in solving equations that she hadn’t even noticed me

can such a tiny human being look so mature

gradually approached her side, making sure to not startle her before asking my question, “What are

and Mr. Cress said

“Is that so…?”

special about the contents since

pressed my lips into a

happily throw herself into the tediousness of bookkeeping. She loved it dearly; calculating, and tallying the sums like she was baking

to see. It was as if Summer was living proof that a wonderful person like Macy had

face as I encouraged, “That’s great, Summer! I’m so proud of you. Now, you’re still young, and your