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

“Oh, yes of course. Thank you for your trouble.”

Just as the words fell from my lips, I heard a familiar voice not far away.

“Scar.”

Ashton and I turned in unison toward the direction of the voice. It was Marcus.

“Marcus? It’s only a few steps. You don’t have to come out to receive me.”

Marcus had his grey silk pajamas on. With a transparent umbrella in his hand, he walked over in a leisurely manner.

“Is this a friend of yours?” Ashton asked. It could have been my imagination, but his voice sounded a few degrees colder.

“I’m her fiancé,” Marcus interjected at once.

I didn’t respond at the risk of sounding like I was overcompensating. The only thing I could do was smile awkwardly.

“Come here, Scar.” Marcus beckoned.

I walked over to him obediently.

a step, I felt my

It felt very strange.

exerted any force but when he touched me, it scalded like magma. My skin seared as the pain felt as if it had penetrated my skin and burrowed deep

was rooted on the spot without an

a sense that it wouldn’t be easy to wrench

had acted proudly and haughtily this entire time, but now he wants

his face as if

on my wrist. “Sir, please let go of her at once.” Marcus’s voice

insist. In the

to Marcus and stood under his

his umbrella to better shield me as he turned to address Ashton. “Sir, I’m wondering about your intentions towards my fiancee,” he said with hostility. “Aren’t you aware of social

he misunderstood. “When I was shopping at the mall with Emery, I ran

briefly described the events

my explanation. “This was clearly a misunderstanding,” he said to Ashton apologetically. “I should be thanking you, Mr. Fuller, for sending my fiancée

gazed deeply at me for a while before he turned around and departed in

is very strange,” I remarked without thinking. “His mood changes quicker than the weather. I do not know how to interact with

gave my shoulder a pinch. “It’s cold

as I said that, I realized that we were huddled together rather closely under the umbrella. Subconsciously, I retracted my neck and edged slightly away

resistant towards Marcus’s attempts at

have sensed my distance, for he lowered his arm from my shoulder a moment