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

“I prepared a lot of extra food,” I lowered my head and said with a grin. “Greg, why don’t you join me for dinner?”

“Okay.” Ashton accepted as soon as I had finished extending my invitation.

He spoke extremely calmly but quickly as though he was very eager.

Ashton’s buffet lunches probably cost him tens of millions. I wouldn’t be surprised if his dinners were in the millions as well. Why would a wealthy man like him want to share the dinner of an ordinary citizen like me?

“Okay!” Gregory cheered as he pulled me by the hand into my own house, leaving me no time to spare any further thought to the matter.

I was a little worried that Marcus would not like the way I led the party in while he was still having his dinner. To my surprise, he did not express any dissatisfaction. Perhaps it was due to the virtues of hospitality that he embodied. “I’ll get two more sets of cutlery,” he said courteously.

Gregory was well-mannered too; he hurried after Marcus to help.

Marcus bent down and patted him on the shoulder. “Young man, just have a seat and make yourself at home,” he said as he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Ashton suddenly walked over to Gregory’s side. “Did you forget what we talked about yesterday?”

Perhaps they talked about a lot of things and he didn’t immediately realize which one his father was referring

disturb Weird Ms. Stovall,”

remember,” Gregory said with an obedient

Weird Mr. White. In the future, you have to read the situation

concluded his speech. It was so awkward

was difficult to grasp, but it also seemed that he didn’t know how to accommodate others. How could someone eat and drink for free in another’s house and

of Gregory. With a father like this,

stared Ashton down for a few seconds before looking away and taking his seat. This

seat wherever you like, make yourselves at home,” I said to our guests as I resumed my

dropped some potatoes onto my plate. “Have some more. If I get off work late again, don’t wait up for

with a smile. I recalled that Gregory had a sweet

cutlery and eyed the pork without moving. He

treat, eat up.

spare his father. “But

helped himself to the pork, chewing slowly

had gotten the sauce