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

We were caught in a traffic jam when we were just a street away from the club due to the evening peak hours.

I watched glumly as the numbers on the countdown indicator of the traffic light ticked down at a snail’s pace. Feeling restless, I decided to roll down the windows and gazed at the moving traffic on the opposite street instead.

Suddenly, I spotted Lucas’ face through the window of a black BMW whizzing along in the traffic. I instinctively followed the car with my gaze until it reached the end of the road and disappeared around the corner.

I was not sure if it was an illusion, but I somehow felt as if I had seen the woman who was in the car with him before.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ashton, sensing that something was up with me.

“I think I just spotted Lucas.” I pointed to the left. “He just went that way. I think he’s just been to the club.”

“I see,” Ashton responded shortly. With a slight glance toward the back seat, he asked, “Is everything okay at the club?”

Nodding, Summer gazed back at him innocently. Then, as if struck by a thought, she hurriedly took out her phone and checked through her messages to make sure she had not missed anything. Only then did she answer, “Yes, there were only a few trivial matters, all of which I’d dealt with before boarding the plane.”

asked no further questions. Just then, the lights turned green, and the car started moving again, going at a significantly faster

expression remained indifferent, but I could sense a hint of nervous energy radiating

Ashton did not even bother removing the car

her assistant came out

past him and went straight

his first visit to the place, but the assistant recognized who he was in an instant and froze unwittingly as he

just now?”

come today.” The assistant came back to his senses and flashed her a grin. “Only Lucas and a few

terrifying, and the employees were always nervous around them. Naturally, they were happy and relieved that none of them

point of the assistant’s statement. She halted her footsteps, asking sternly, “What was

and yelled for the manager, “Ms. York? Are

all sensed that something

instantly, and she sounded exceedingly displeased when she spoke again. “What

powerful and authoritative side of herself. Shocked, the assistant immediately minded his