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

As both of them locked their gazes, not the slightest bit of surprise was traceable from their eyes. They knew of each other’s existence long ago.

At the moment, Christopher was even greeting Ashton smilingly and gestured to him by raising his wineglass slightly.

Infuriated by Christopher’s casualness, Ashton’s face fell as he clenched his fists furiously.

There were armed security personnel at every corner of the hall in order to secure the guests’ safety. Anyone who stirred up trouble would be arrested as a terrorist.

I knew Ashton too well. The veins protruding on his forehead was indication that he was seconds away from unleashing his fury. I trotted toward him without any hesitation.

“Ashton, stop!” I made it in time to hold his fists when he was about to stride toward Christopher.

Eventually, he cooled his head off and let out a deep breath after a good twenty seconds. All this while, I never loosened my grip on his fists.

His tension vanished when he caught a glimpse of my anxiety. After throwing another glance at Christopher, he held my hand and led me out through the side door.

slumped onto a long bench and let out a deep

lately,” he said evenly. Somehow, I could sense

years ago. If I did not see the man myself,

was at a loss for words, still overwhelmed by

the bench, Ashton stared into the distance. Even before I came

subordinates and took pictures of his private residence.

and can’t make the right judgement now. How foolish of

twenty years, he has fooled me! What

hearing Ashton’s self-deprecating tone. He was feeling dejected, like a defeated wolf that was

what he had asked

consolation meant nothing to him. Time would heal

arms, like how we did in J City the night before. I could not help him much.

there was an incredible power within us. For our loved ones, we harnessed that power as a motivation to

to stay rational and alert. After a while, Ashton was back to his usual self again. He rose from my arms and sat up