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

As soon as she left, Ashton and John shot each other withering glares, then turned to face different directions.

I was greatly amused by this scene. Indeed, everyone had an Achilles’ heel.

After staying to make sure war wasn’t about to break out again, I spun on my heels and walked toward my target destination.

When women shopped, we always struggled with indecision, and it was this syndrome that profited many luxury brands. Faced with two sets of clothing with styles that were both to my liking, I made the mistake most women made.

Something that obviously could have been solved in one minute, I used nearly ten minutes. In the end, I decided to just grab both sets.

When I went back to the others, everyone was standing by Audrey’s fitting room door, discussing about separating ways to search for me.

I broke into a small jog and called out, “I’m back, I’m back.”

“Well, finally. For a second there I thought you lost your way,” John said jokingly.

I shot him a deadpan look before bringing the clothes over to Gregory. Holding out one in each hand, I asked, “Which one do you like?”

with pleasant surprise, but he recovered very quickly. Glancing at Ashton who was beside him, he

that you like it,

him into the fitting room. “How’s that the same? These were handpicked by me. You must try them on. Be a good boy and go on

the clothes in hand, Gregory took two steps, then looked over his shoulder to gauge

two of them, blocking them from each others’ views, and advised solemnly,

the clothes to his chest and nodded vehemently. “Mm.

smile at me, he happily entered the

a

exhaled inaudibly before stepping forward to squat down in front of Gregory, carefully examining every inch of his

miniature version of Ashton. Hence, everything looked

is what a boy your age should look like. Usually, you either wear your school uniform, or just like your dad, you strut around in formal attire, which is ridiculously boring, if you ask me. From now on, wear the

eyes curved into crescents as

which child wouldn’t look forward to

coax a child, but my casual remark

next second, a cleared throat carrying a