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.

mirror, Ashton furrowed his brow slightly, but his

at yourself!” I pointed at the corners of his lips in the mirror exasperatedly. “You can’t even suppress it anymore! Come on, just spill it.

chuckled in response, spreading out his

I was smiling. I was just happy to see you. Maybe this is simply such a peaceful moment that

are you? Haven’t you heard of the seven-year itch before? People say the love between couples dies as time goes by.

lower temperature this time. Shivering as the cool wind blasted into my collar, I immediately turned around to glare at him. “Hey, you

time was personal, whether it’s me drying your hair or just us chitchatting. How else am I supposed to take this if

seemed to make sense to a certain extent, but I was still not

“I don’t care! You’re just finding an excuse to

thing I knew, he was forcefully grabbing my

What are you

dissolved as a calm expression took over. “Far from it, I’m a man who

“Y-You—”