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

Chapter 344

How dreary! How ridiculous!

I could not help but snigger, with him in my sight. A faint smirk curled up the corner of my mouth.

He glanced at me, his eyes darkened once again as he lowered his head and kissed me. “Say my name!” he called.

I pursed my lips and tilted my head to one side. I closed my eyes, refusing to see him.

His thin lips hovered at my ear, his voice softened a little as he repeated, “Scarlett, say my name!”

I said nothing. My mind was forming a plan to escape. I deserved to make him wait for me to tell him personally that I cared about him, that I loved him, and that I wanted him.

But I could not bring myself to tell him. Over the years, I had buried so much in my heart, including his coming to Rebecca’s defense time and time again, his never-ending care towards that woman, and the harm he had caused me so nonchalantly and in so many ways.

I had suppressed so much of that. Over time, those frustrations began to take root, multiply, and became more and more intense.

all-forgiving. In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be

for divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or out of anger, but after putting in

stiffened. I pushed him aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to cover myself,

His dark eyes fell

start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our definition of it. My feelings for you at the beginning might not have been love at all, but admiration. Your feelings for me, on the other hand, might just be guilt accumulated over time by your

bits and pieces here and there

his face resembled a dark cloud that had been

kept thinking

and how did these so-called couples who claimed they love each other spend the rest of their lives together? First comes lust, then comes love. Perhaps, there never was such a thing called love, and everything else was just

corner, a ruthless sneer crossing his face. “What do you know about love? Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking about

leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said, “The woman whom you love, spoil, and protect

scoffed. “You just have to bring that up, don’t you? You just have to force me to give up on Rebecca, to prove that I love you? Scarlett, you are one horrible woman. Why must you take things to

I stared at my toes, before looking up

disdain. “And what about you? You fill your heart with someone that’s already dead, and then you’re quite willing to throw your

well file for divorce. I don’t want anything from the Fullers. Grandpa transferred HiTech to my name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house

the table lamp beside him. It fell to the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do