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.

could not be that all-forgiving. In the highly selective social circle, anyone could be

on impulse

aside. Then I grabbed my clothes to cover

he exclaimed. His dark eyes fell

the start. What Grandpa considers as ‘a good match’ might not resonate with our definition of it. My feelings

here and there that were combined

cloud

loud for himself to hear. In the days that followed, I kept thinking

lives together? First comes lust, then comes love. Perhaps, there never was such a thing called love, and everything else was just an excuse

Tell me, what does love mean to you? You keep talking

still leaning against the cold, hard wall. Hugging my knees, I said,

“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

toes,

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

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

Still fuming, he roared at me, “What do you mean ‘not too late? You’re the

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