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

Rebecca was looking at me strangely. It was a mixture of condescension and glee and something else I could not pinpoint. What I did know, however, was that it was making me uncomfortable.

A loud bang suddenly echoed in the room. Ashton had stood up so abruptly that the chair had tipped over and crashed to the floor.

He went to Roger in large strides. Before I could react, he was already pulling the other man up by the collars. In one swift motion, he slammed the latter against the wall.

“Ashton!” I exclaimed, hurriedly pulling the children to my side while covering Audrey’s eyes. “The children are watching!”

He might have mellowed over time, but ever since the incident at the club, where he had smashed all of the alcohol on purpose, I knew that no amount of mellowing would change who he was at the core—brisk and authoritative. He would always be a man of action and, regrettably, impatience.

It was why I knew that he would most definitely punch Roger if I did not say anything to stop him.

Ashton paused briefly. When he moved next, it was to fling Roger by his collars in the direction of the doorway.

fell, wincing at the pain but not daring

with a tone

Roger scrambled.

up before, Ashton,” Rebecca said airily. “I wonder why is that? Oh, could it be that you’re afraid of us knowing

those words fell, a pair of large hands wrapped themselves around her neck

at Ashton’s arm in a feeble attempt to make him let go, only to have those fingers tighten around her throat

that she would last another ten seconds before she

for release, however, Rebecca remained staunchly defiant. There was even a hint of a smirk on her face as she gasped for breath like a dying fish. “Sore, aren’t we?” she croaked out each word with difficulty. “You didn’t

eyes as he squeezed just a little

not care less about Rebecca’s life, but I was not about to have my husband commit murder. While what Roger