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 significantly faster

remained indifferent, but I could sense a hint

at the entrance, Ashton did not even bother removing the car keys from the ignition but hopped off the car

was back, her assistant came out to greet her at once. “Welcome

and went straight in, his expression cold as

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

men find trouble here just now?”

her a grin. “Only Lucas and a few of his guys dropped by earlier. Otherwise, there hasn’t been a single black

and carried fierce vibes. Their mere presence was terrifying, and the employees were always nervous around them. Naturally, they were

crucial point of the assistant’s statement. She

Did the manager not report this to you?” The assistant was visibly surprised. He swiveled backward and yelled for the manager, “Ms. York? Are you there?” He turned

all sensed that

sounded exceedingly displeased when

was usually pleasant and agreeable, Summer rarely ever showed others this powerful and authoritative side of herself. Shocked, the assistant immediately minded