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.

selective social circle,

said it, not on impulse or out of anger, but

I pushed him aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to cover myself, though just barely, all the while showing

His dark eyes fell on me, looking extremely

considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with

love between us, only bits and pieces here and there that were combined together to resemble something like

he spoke, the gloom on his face resembled a dark cloud that

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

were made for each other, 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,

a 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 divorce. You make it sound like it’s such

legs gave way as I slumped onto the floor, still leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said,

to give up on Rebecca, to prove that I love you? Scarlett, you are one horrible woman. Why must you take things to

as I stared at my toes, before looking up at

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

we might as 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 or your car. Luckily, we don’t have any children. Since we agree that this is a huge

violently knocked over the table lamp beside him. It fell to the ground. Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late? You’re the one who