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

Chapter 344

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.

In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be tolerated. Anyone

divorce!” I said it, not on impulse or out of

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

he exclaimed. His dark eyes

Perhaps it was a mistake right from the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our

here and there that were combined together to resemble something like

gloom on his face resembled a dark cloud that had been accumulating droplets for some

said that out loud for himself to hear. In the days that followed, I kept thinking about the many couples in the

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 an excuse for

sneer crossing his face. “What do you know about love? Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking about divorce. You make it sound like it’s such a trivial matter. Do you think just because I spoil you, because I

the cold, hard wall. Hugging my

on Rebecca, to prove

lips as I stared at my toes, before looking

that’s already dead, and then you’re

name, I can transfer that to you. I don’t want your house or your car. Luckily, we don’t have any children. Since we agree that this

me, “What do you mean ‘not too late?

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