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

“It’s fine. I need to attend to something nearby, so I’m not heading back home yet. Thank you, Ms. Schmidt,” I thanked her gratefully.

“You’re welcome.” Freja looked down and shut the door. She then ordered the chauffeur to leave.

Soon, the car sped off.

I watched as the car disappeared from sight and heaved a long sigh of relief. Finally, I could take a breather alone.

It was peak hour, and I didn’t want to be stuck in a jam for hours. That would be too agonizing. After calming down, I walked into the commercial district slowly.

When I walked past a café, the aroma of coffee caught my attention. Thus, I went in and sat down at a table before ordering a hot Americano with half a spoonful of sugar.

Ashton was the only person who loved drinking an Americano without adding any sugar.

I pondered for a while before dialing Jackson’s number.

rang for several seconds before he answered. “Scar? How are you?” His familiar voice

hour?” I was merely trying my

middle of a war,”

there didn’t seem to be any military operations in M Country

Why did you call me?” As usual, Jackson

us would fight when we were in the same city, but now that we were on different continents, he still remembered every

my head and chuckled. Going straight to the point, I asked, “You major in psychology, right? I have a question. If a man is in love with a woman but ignores and avoids communicating with her, what the hell is

you talking about Ashton?” Jackson responded. “The media in M Country has reported about him and Rebecca.

I’m not talking about him.” I scratched my head and flashed a helpless smile. “This

innocent, so I didn’t

that it’s a prime example of a dismissive-avoidant attachment style. The more he likes someone, the more afraid he is to face that person. It might be his pride coming in the way, for he feels that he isn’t a worthy partner.

so-called friend to highlight his sarcasm to tease me

teasing words and mumbled to myself, “Lack of