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

Nathaniel sat down with a plate of pasta and put the dish aside before he got his laptop from me to examine it. He found nothing out of the ordinary.

In a hostile tone, I retaliated by challenging, “Do you see me as a spy? You are the one who brought me over, and you are the one who placed your laptop here. You should’ve told me earlier if you don’t want me to use it, so stop looking at me like that. I am not your slave, and I get to do certain things like using the computer.”

Nonetheless, Nathaniel ignored me entirely. His expression remained aloof as he put the laptop, which he had since turned off, aside and pushed the pasta over to me. After that, he said, “Eat up.”

His response made me feel as though I was talking to a wall. It’d feel weird if I kept complaining about it, and I was hungry anyway, so I picked up the fork and ate away.

That night, Nathaniel insisted on sleeping while hugging me like a pillow. He only left after the sun had risen, and he took the laptop away as he left.

I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about the e-mail and wondered if Ashton had received it.

It was ten o’clock at night, but I was too nervous. Besides, the bed felt uncomfortable no matter how much I tossed and turned. I then gave up and decided to go out for some fresh air.

When I walked down the stairs, I bumped into Ashton, who happened to be entering at the time.

I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself hard.

So this is not

taken

Once again, I wondered

had been a while since he last

and straightened his back before shifting his gaze away. His tone was so icy that it was borderline inhumane when he said,

I stared at him

Why is he interrogating me in that tone? It’s as if I had just pulled the worst prank on him. Did I misunderstand the situation? Was I wrong to

owner of that voice, Nathaniel, was walking over from the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. It seemed like he had already downed half a glass. The man draped one of his arms around my shoulder and

fault, so my heart started thumping fast. At that moment, I couldn’t respond to that

hand, couldn’t contain his anger. His tone was as sharp as daggers when he spat, “I don’t know what game the two of you are playing, but I will have none of it. This is the first and last time you’ll

could that

to Nathaniel. The confident grin on his lips and the blatant arrogance shining

but fake content. That sly fox likely planted everything there to test the waters

was a good