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.”

further questions. Just then, the lights turned green, and the car started moving again,

him. His expression remained indifferent, but I could sense a

bother removing the car keys from the ignition but hopped off the car at

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

straight in, his expression cold

he was in an instant and froze unwittingly as he strode past,

trouble here just now?” Summer interrupted his train of

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

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

assistant’s statement. She halted her footsteps, asking sternly, “What was he

for the manager, “Ms. York? Are you there?” He turned back,

this, we all sensed that something

face darkened instantly, and she sounded exceedingly displeased when she spoke again.

was usually pleasant and agreeable, Summer rarely ever showed others this powerful and authoritative side