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

I was rendered speechless by his harsh remark. “Mr. Fuller, I think you have misunderstood me—”

He strode over and brought Gregory away from me with brute force before I could finish my sentence. “There are a lot of women who wish to become Mrs. Fuller, yet no one has tried something as silly as this.”

Halfway through his speech, he paused and signaled Gregory to stay away from me. Although the little boy was stubborn, he dared not defy his father’s instructions. Albeit unreluctantly, he inched away from me.

Ashton looked at me and spat out, “You’re a smart woman because you’re capable of utilizing your strength. Unfortunately, you have picked the wrong target. If you wish to become my wife, why don’t you come after me? You better stay away from him in the future. Otherwise, get yourself ready for the things that are in store for you.”

Huh? Is that a warning? Why does he make himself sound so superior?

At that point, I had had enough of the man’s arrogant remark. Suppressing my wrath, I repeated myself, “I’ll make myself clear for one last time—this is nothing more than a misunderstanding. I have no intention to approach your son, let alone be your wife. Although you’re not half bad in terms of look, you’re nothing more than a single parent with a son. I don’t see the need to waste my time with you.”

Since he didn’t bother to hold back against me, I decided to return the favor and went all out in front of him.

The man frowned when he heard my words. I could detect a hint of frustration through his eyes that had narrowed to a slit.

else I could do to prove myself innocent because he seemed to have gotten used to different women saying the

with a great look and sturdy figure, it’s not entirely

compares me to those with ulterior goals, it makes me seem as

you think I’m up to something else, I’ll leave you and your son alone at once! Also, you should really keep a

“Mommy!”

heard the little boy’s voice, I brought myself to a halt and turned around to look at him for one last time. In the end, I gritted my

Gregory! It’s your father’s fault! He’s such an irritating

had brought me there

sources of illumination were available. I tiptoed my way back into the villa,

being dehydrated after heading out for two hours, I was afraid of being busted. My thirst became unbearable when I reached

kitchen. I looked in the direction of the

provide an excuse. “Have you run out of water in your

up the perfect excuse for me to disguise my trip, I played along with him and

said, “You don’t have to worry about the utility bills.