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 you?” His familiar

right. Were you still up at this hour?” I was merely trying my luck, so it was surprising

the middle of a war,”

seem to be any military operations in M Country

did you call me?”

we were in the same city, but now that

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

in M Country has reported about him and Rebecca. That was really

him.” I scratched my head and flashed a helpless smile. “This is about a friend. I’m asking it on behalf of a

someone else’s feelings. Jackson was innocent, so I didn’t

that person. It

so-called friend to

words and mumbled to myself,