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?”

about?” Gregory replied, nonplussed. Perhaps they talked about a lot of things and he didn’t immediately realize which one

Weird Ms. Stovall,”

Gregory said with

the future, you

as Ashton concluded his speech. It was so awkward for me

to grasp, but it also seemed that he didn’t know how to accommodate others.

my head and cringed on behalf of Gregory. With a father like this, the child would have plenty of hardships to endure in

down for a few seconds before looking away and taking his seat. This episode was a small

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

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

trouble. Dinner is no fun to have alone,” I said with a smile. I recalled that Gregory

eyed the pork without moving. He looked toward

was inscrutable. “It’s Ms. Stovall’s treat, eat up. There are no rules

father. “But Daddy, you

himself to the

he had gotten the sauce