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

Chapter 352

He stopped and gazed at me with sadness and vexation. “Letty, no matter what you plan on doing, I’ll support you all the way. I just hope that you don’t end up with regrets. Life is too short and you should write your own story. It’s not wrong to seek revenge, but I hope that you can spend your remaining days happily. I hope to see you carefree and enjoying the sights of this beautiful world. You should also treasure the people you love, and who love you!”

I was momentarily stupefied. I never would have expected such words to have come from him. I stared at him and wondered if he was still the same John that I knew and loved.

I mulled over his words and understood where he was coming from. He had been trapped by hatred and only managed to escape after hurting many people.

I initially thought that I would never see him again. I was extremely surprised when I bumped into him at A City.

He was different now. I don’t know what he went through the last few years, but I had a sense that he had learned to let go. He was a more accepting person now.

When I didn’t respond, he smiled and said, “Don’t look at me like that. I might assume that you’ve fallen in love with me.”

I was speechless and rolled my eyes at him. “I just can’t let this go. If I don’t do it at the banquet, I might never have the chance to do it again.”

I needed to wait for the White family for at least a year. If Marcus was gone, my chances of taking advantage of the White Corporation were practically zero. The banquet seemed like my only chance.

He looked at me for a second before nodding. “Fine. I’ll help you with whatever you need!”

As I looked at him, warmth crept into my heart. I beamed and exclaimed, “Thank you, John!”

though he had been selflessly helping me from the beginning. Without him, I would

“Those are just words. How about you thank me with something

and said, “Can I

“Just one meal?”

many as you

“Deal!”

some gowns and

fashion. Thus, I could only rely on the stylist’s

are too serious!” John announced as he instructed the makeup artist to apply a thicker layer of product

naturally beautiful. It’s a pity that she seems rather sickly. A regular makeup look will be fine. She

and replied, “Fine. Do as you see fit. All that matters is

your partner rather than your sister,” I muttered

“I don’t care

dre

out his phone and looked like he was about to make a call. I couldn’t move while

ds

not thick. A sparingly thin layer or powder obscured my feeble pallor, and I looked rather

stylist fitted me into a green tight-fitting dress lined with a gold slit. I

after his call. He noticed that it was almost time and said,