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.

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

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

the middle of

seem to be

about you? Why did you

like us would fight when we were in the same city, but now that we were on

right? I have a question. If a man is in love with a

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

about 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,

repeated and sounded like he didn’t believe me fully. “All right. Tell your friend 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

so-called friend to highlight his sarcasm to tease me like the

his teasing words and mumbled to