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.

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

still up at this hour?” I was merely trying my luck,

the middle of

there didn’t seem to

nothing serious. What about you? Why did you call me?” As

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

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

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

head and flashed a helpless smile. “This

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

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

emphasis when he mentioned my so-called friend to highlight his sarcasm to tease

words and mumbled