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.

seconds before he answered. “Scar? How are

at this hour?” I was merely trying my luck, so it was surprising when the

of a

confused, for there didn’t seem to be any military

did you call

the same city, but now that

point, I asked, “You major in psychology, right? I have a question. If a man

responded. “The media in M Country has reported about him and Rebecca. That

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

play with someone else’s feelings. Jackson was innocent, so I didn’t want to air my dirty deeds before

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. He might be worried that he’d lose the person after

friend to highlight his sarcasm

teasing words and mumbled