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

Chapter 348

Chapter 348

“No, Scarlett, you don’t get it. You don’t know how much Ashton can drink. If he’s not drunk, he can drink all the way until the sun rises. He’s causing harm to himself, but nothing Jared and I say can deter him. If anything happens to him because of this, we can’t bear the responsibility!”

Joe described Ashton’s situation so vividly. I could feel the anxiety manifested in his tone.

I stood on the balcony, allowing the wind to blow softly against my face. Irritated, I spoke on the phone, “If he can’t bother to take care of himself, then let him drink to death!”

“Scarlett.”

“Scarlett, are you a woman at all?” Apparently, Joe’s phone was snatched away by none other than Ashton. He spoke to me in a strong nasal voice, obviously drunk.

“What’s that got to do with anything? Ashton, you go drinking at this hour and now you’re throwing tantrums at me? How old do you think you are? Three?” The other side of the line might have been put on speaker because Joe seemed to fly off the handle once I finished my rant.

He called out Ashton in a drawl, obviously in a teasing tone.

But Ashton probably shot him back an eerie look, thus the other end of the phone went quiet again.

I was really not in the mood to be dragged into this sort of nonsense, so I said, as casually as I could, “Ashton if you’re doing fine, don’t call me! I’m hanging up!”

Before he could think of a comeback, I hung up right away and turned off the phone for good measure.

That night, I could not sleep well, as per usual. I kept having nightmares. I finally managed to get some sleep when dawn broke, and then Stacey called.

exhaustion in my raspy voice. She asked, “Ms. Stovall, you didn’t sleep well,

then said, “Give me the address. I’ll be

throbbing headache assailed me. I got up and sat on the side of the bed

the sound of my voice, Stacey paused and said, “Let’s do it this way! I’ll come to pick you up in a while, so you can catch a little bit more sleep. I’ll even bring you breakfast along

she was faster. “Open the door for me later, okay? I’m hanging up.

you!”

was what she

phone. Other than the bunch of missed calls from Ashton last night, there were no other

not in bed anymore but my

brought breakfast and, upon seeing the dark circles under my eyes, said, “How about you take a

John’s arranged a fitting session for me but I kept ditching him. After we sort this out, I still have to

eyes darkened as she muttered a confusing choice of words,

to

my head

It was like being hounded by a daunting aura, trapping me in an anxious state, on top of that pulsating headache. My mood was at an

That raised some questions. “Why are we going to the

her lips before replying, “I’m taking you to someone

I’d want to

but nothing came up. I could not think of anyone I

I prompted, “Who,

before we came to a stop in

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