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

Shaun’s answer wasn’t what I expected. I shifted my gaze to him, but his face was solemn, and he didn’t look as though he was lying.

A wealth of warmth suffused me, and a smile blossomed on my face out of the blue. I was happy on Summer’s behalf that she had such a thoughtful and considerate brother.

Good things really do come at a turning point in time. Does this also mean that everything about Ashton will also soon usher in a change?

“That’s a matter for the adults. You’re still young, so you merely need to study hard and grow up healthily. Audrey has feelings of sorrow, and you can have your own feelings as well. You don’t need to live for any of us. Do you understand me?”

I then patted him on the shoulder in gratification. Although I was moved, I still had to guide him on the right path.

Shaun pursed his lips tightly without saying anything in response, so I wasn’t sure whether I got through to him.

Ah, it doesn’t matter. There’s still plenty of time, so there’ll certainly be time to teach him slowly in the future. He’s a boy, so I’ll wait for Ashton to come back and call the shots. ”Anyway, just do whatever you want to do in the future. You don’t need to deliberately please anyone. Most importantly, make sure that you’re happy. Got it?”

make Summer happy. Can I not do that, Mrs. Fuller?” Shaun gazed

question, I couldn’t help but feel

too sensitive. He’s just a child who knows how to be grateful, so I truly shouldn’t use the yardstick of the adult world to evaluate his every action. A child’s world is pure and without ulterior motives. They don’t know what it means to pander to someone. They only know who is good to them, repaying the person in the same manner. He only wants the girl who gave him a family to be happy. There’s nothing wrong

desk. Then I ruffled his hair. “You can continue reading if you want to do so, but promise

moment, a trace of delight crept onto his

down and continued reading the documents. His serious mien rendered him very much like

the door. Glancing back

are the few documents inadequate in explaining the intricacies of business, but it’s even uncertain whether he can make sense of all the figures at such a young age. It’s futile that he wants to delve into

enthusiasm, I couldn’t bear to rain on

hope that he’ll learn his limits and back down later. It’s too tiring for someone of his age to

sleep and only woke up at half-past eight in the morning. After preparing