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

“Scarlett, let’s look for a place to hide!” Emery cried as she frantically pulled my arm and ran back from where we came. I felt like a stiff mannequin being dragged along for the ride.

The paparazzi were not professionals in their field for nothing; in the blink of an eye, they were in full pursuit and soon ran us down and separated us.

Emery felt overwhelmed and could have barely taken care of herself, much less of me. She kept running and soon led the paparazzi off.

They came and went like a hurricane. Their target identified, the paparazzi pursued with full force. In other words, Emery had “sacrificed” herself.

I was just about to head out and hail a cab when a casual glance around stopped me in my tracks in surprise. Gregory was at the entrance staring at me. His charming features were alight with delighted mischief.

“Mommy, I ran into you again!”

Was this how rich families cared for their six-year-old children?

He was the heir apparent of the Fuller family. By standing still unsupervised, he became an easy target for kidnappers. There wasn’t a bodyguard anywhere near him.

I walked over and knelt down next to him. “Why are you here all alone?”

at last minute. Even if Gregory was precocious enough, it would have been impossible for him

my thumb and said in

What?

your father’s resources on your own to make an appointment with a stranger. It wouldn’t do for you to be so pathetic at such a young

I’m here. No one will capture you.” In the end, I gave in to him. I tousled his

soon as I unlocked my phone, Gregory snatched it off my hands. “Let me do it, Mommy,” he said. “Daddy is at work; I am not allowed to call him. I’ll just text the bodyguard

out a text with a fluent understanding of my device right in front

be along to pick me up soon,” Gregory said

a sigh and took

we were in. The ability to

that he would have been able to find

this point, I was ready to leave. “Come on, I’ll take

face than before. “Mommy, you aren’t going to abandon me, are you? I’m scared

with adorable children, especially when they were being coy. I was still