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

I did not manage to go far before a sense of intuition made me turn my head. The sight that greeted me was one that had my chest clench tightly. Summer was on her knees in front of the tombstone, her thin frame shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably and helplessly.

It was painful to see her like this, and I could feel my own tears threatening to fall. Unable to bear the sight a second longer, I turned and walked away with haste.

Once I was in the car, Ashton instructed Joseph to stay behind with Summer. “Make sure she’s okay,” he told him. “She’s your boss now from today onwards.”

Joseph looked surprised for a second before inclining his head respectfully. “Of course. Not to worry, Mr. Ashton. Ms. Summer is safe with me.”

Ashton nodded, giving his subordinate a grateful pat on the back. The gesture conveyed all that he had to say to the man.

Without further ado, Ashton got into the driver’s seat and ignited the engine, driving us away.

leaned my head against the window, staring listlessly at the rapidly receding view. A part of me wondered

eyes wearily. She lost her life because of me, yet I’ve failed her. I didn’t

to go back to the way things were before she found out that Jared was her biological father. Regardless, she could not help but put her walls up and distance

peering at me time and again from the rearview mirror. I ignored him, still somewhat annoyed by the heavy-handed approach he had taken earlier when it

He

cold shoulder now that he gave me an opening. “Why didn’t you tell me if you knew Summer might have found out about her identity?” I blurted out in not exactly the friendliest tone. “You could’ve discussed it with me.

business dealings, but he shouldn’t have used that attitude on Summer. She’s family, for crying

Wordlessly, he steered the car to stop at the side

“I wasn’t thinking much then beyond trying to

don’t understand. You know that I always place the children as my priority. If you were trying to protect my feelings, then you should be nicer to Summer all the more. What you

fell silent, and I could tell that there was a hint of guilt that flashed across his eyes. “You’re right,” he said at last. “I overreacted and should have handled