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

Chapter 218

Ashton tends to do things this way too. I hung my head low at the sudden, intrusive thought about him while my nose wrinkled in discomfort.

Marcus did not notice my minute reaction. He merely grinned. “It’s not a waste. See, we’re using it now, aren’t we?”

We took a spin around the house. It didn’t look like we need to buy or replace anything, but the kitchen looked quite empty. Perhaps Marcus, assuming that I was not much of a cook, did not bother too much with the layout.

“Is there anything missing?” He said, changing the house key and fingerprint code to mine.

I nodded in response. “Since you’re free tonight, why don’t we cook at home? I can give Macy and Jackson a call later, invite them to join in. I should let them know I’m safe anyway. Ever since I left, it’s like I’ve been cut off from the outside world.”

Marcus nodded. He did not look too good, but I paid little mind to that.

We left the residence together and headed to the supermarket. There, we stocked up on basic cooking necessities, including rice, cooking oil, sugar, and salt. Marcus turned to me with a look of surprise. “You can cook?”

It was so embarrassing to have that question thrown at me. Impatiently, I rebutted, “Don’t underestimate me, alright? What makes you think I can’t cook?”

I picked a few seasonings and added bluntly, “Just you wait, I’ll show you what I’m capable of tonight!”

Laughter escaped him. He raised a hand, patted me on the head, and said, “Alright then. I’ll wait!”

I lifted my head and smiled at him. My eyes fell upon an item on the shelf behind him, so I asked for a favor, “Marcus, can you help me get that seasoning bag? I can’t reach it!”

as

solemn. I froze, faintly wary of an icy glare that seemed to be directed at

head around, but Marcus pulled me into his arms and buried

was in a stern tone, “It’s getting late.

before I could figure out what was going on, someone forcibly grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me out of

Ashton’s face, filled with depth, eagerness, and delight interwoven in a complicated mess. In short, the emotions reflected in his eyes were an impetuous, messy lot. The thoughts in my head crashed to a halt as though my brain

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to do. My body stiffened, my heart began to ache, and the dense pain

hands and body tremble. In a moment, I broke off eye contact and stopped looking at him while my

tell him what happened to the baby. I was

woman’s dainty voice suddenly rang, and it fell heavily

She was standing next to a shopping

out these items before. They were more

brink of emotional collapse. In that instant, I lost

Rebecca. No one

her time to respond at all. The next thing I knew, I tore at her delicately styled hair, yelling in a frenzy, “Rebecca, a life for a life! I won’t let you and Cameron

mad! Scarlett, you mad woman! Ash, save me!” Rebecca, scared out

A low, gruff voice rang in my ear, “Scarlett, it’s me!