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.”

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

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

Stopping the car at the entrance, Ashton did not even bother removing the car

that Summer was back, her assistant came out to greet

straight in, his expression cold as

recognized who he was in an instant and froze unwittingly as he strode past, stunned by

find trouble here just now?” Summer interrupted his train

her a grin. “Only Lucas and a

the mafia and carried fierce vibes. Their mere presence was terrifying, and the employees were always nervous around them. Naturally, they were happy and relieved that none of them had

statement. She halted her footsteps, asking sternly,

assistant was visibly surprised. He swiveled backward and yelled for the manager, “Ms. York? Are you there?” He turned back, puzzled. “That’s

this, we all sensed

displeased when she spoke

and authoritative side of herself. Shocked, the assistant