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

The woman’s rhetorical question left me completely stunned. Who the heck is this woman? Not only did she seem to know Ashton, but she also sounded like she knew me well. Besides the face, there’s nothing about her that looked familiar to me. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t figure out who she is.

“Who the heck are you?” There was no way I could keep my cool any longer at that moment, so Ashton patted me on the shoulder to assure me that he had got the situation under control before chiming in, “You’ll have to excuse my wife; Letty has always been a hothead. Please forgive her straightforwardness.”

“You saw how rude she was, so how can you simply ask me to forgive her? Does that sound reasonable to you?” Obviously, the woman got a little upset because of what we said, but Nathaniel quickly pinched her back to remind her to watch her manners.

“I’m going to have to ask you to do the same for Nora’s bluntness. She’s been abroad for quite a while, so I guess that’s where she picked up the character. She doesn’t mean to offend you, of course. Actually, I planned to introduce her to you the next time I visit, so imagine my surprise when I bumped into you here,” explained Nathaniel disingenuously.

There was only one person that I knew named Nora, and that was Nora Oberick. I thought she was killed in the explosion, wasn’t she?

Even though I was looking straight at the woman’s face, I could not confirm if she was the Nora I knew.

Suddenly, the storekeeper brought a well-designed box over to Nathaniel. “Here’s your order, Mr. Hall.”

smile at

offer, the storekeeper, too, turned to us with the box. “Here’s your

I did nothing to deserve this.” With that,

box, the storekeeper found herself in

too much. It’s just

breaking the ice. “This is just the way I am. You don’t know Letty, just like

made in a bakery have way too much sugar in them anyway. Come on, let’s go home. I’ll make some for you and

way there only to end up not buying anything, I suspected that the cakes in the bakery were never the reason why Ashton wanted to be there. With

that he was a close friend. “I know how much you love your kids, so I’m not going to take up more of your time. Since Audrey likes desserts so much, I’ll be sure to remember to bring some over

in response before walking out

there, didn’t you? Is that why you brought me there?” I questioned Ashton as soon as we stepped