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

It was raining that day; the child’s memory was limited to what he was able to see clearly. Furthermore, the architecture for all the villas on my street was very similar.

Ashton gazed at me from afar and then turned to his son. “Gregory,” he called, with a hint of warning in his voice.

Gregory frowned when he heard. He reluctantly loosened his grip on me and walked back to his father with a pout.

When he reached Ashton’s side, he grabbed one of his fingers coyly.

Children were emphatic; he had probably noticed his father’s anger and was keen to make amends.

Their relationship seems a little too stiff, I thought. He was perhaps a little strict for such a young child.

At that age, they were developing actively. Their nature, reason, and emotional quotient had to be nurtured most carefully.

I wasn’t close to Ashton as we were merely casual acquaintances. It was not up to me to criticize him about the upbringing of his kid.

Ashton stood where he was for a little while. He then turned and led his child into the villa opposite ours.

When they had entered, the man who had opened the door for them walked up to me. “So, we are officially neighbors now. My name is Joseph. If there’s anything you may need, please feel free to ask.”

He handed me his card while he introduced himself. I glanced at it before introducing myself in return. “You can call me Carlette.”

Ashton the other day? Is he your boss?” I

chose this neighborhood and sent me

Ashton’s voice rang out

and found Ashton at the door

himself

as I stared at the shut door of the Fullers’ new

middle class. With Ashton’s wealth and status, shouldn’t he be living

places? Ashton had many puzzling things about him

doubt, I waited for the doors opposite to shut again before turning around to return

recollection of the events of the afternoon, I perked up at the chance of

nonchalantly. It was obvious that he wasn’t

“They are…”

Ding dong!

almost out of my mouth when I was rudely interrupted by the

his meals. The servants had returned to their rooms after serving us, and there was no one left to wait on us in the living room. The door

his fork exasperatedly but at

troubles in his life,

appeared as soon as I opened the door.