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

Ashton caught the towel as it was falling and dried my hair with it. I then picked up the spoon and fed myself the rest of the soup, gulping it down eagerly although I was not hungry at all.

Then he switched on the hairdryer and started blow-drying my hair, holding my hair with one hand while carefully maneuvering the hairdryer with the other. His reflection in the mirror seemed to show that he was completely immersed in the activity and thoroughly enjoying himself.

I continued drinking the soup till I simply could not take another spoonful. As I lowered the flask, I peered at his reflection again, only to see that he was now smiling stupidly to himself, the way people do when they were secretly pleased about something.

Looking at him, I could not help but feel that God was indeed unfair when he created this man. Somehow, that smile did not make him look goofy or silly in the least. Instead, it only made him seem more attractive and irresistible than ever.

A faint hint of jealousy rose unwittingly to the surface of my heart. Slamming the flask onto the desk, I glared at his reflection with narrowed eyes, asking in a dark tone, “What are you smiling about?”

Ever since the wedding incident, I felt as if I had gained a fuller understanding of Ashton’s character.

At the moment, things like women, power, or expanding his business domain hardly mattered to him; the only thing he cared about was making sure his wife and children were happy.

Today, he could be secretly prepping for a wedding, but tomorrow, he would be taking up the role of the competent househusband instead. There was simply no way to tell what crazy idea he would try to pull off next.

at the mirror, Ashton furrowed his brow slightly, but

mirror exasperatedly. “You

his hands

and put it aside. Combing my half-dried hair with his fingers, he went on, “I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I was just happy to

him. “You’re not just saying that, are you? Haven’t you heard of the seven-year itch before? People say the love between couples

a lower temperature this time. Shivering as the cool wind blasted

he gazed at me, frowning. “Mrs. Fuller, everything we’ve been doing this whole time was personal, whether it’s me drying your hair or just us chitchatting. How

certain extent, but I was still not

my chin indignantly, retorting, “I don’t care! You’re just finding an excuse

frown on his forehead deepened. The next thing I knew, he was forcefully grabbing my chin and

are

on his face dissolved as a calm expression took over. “Far from it, I’m a man who cares only to

“Y-You—”