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

Chapter 368

Jackson sighed as he drove.

Back at Glenwood, I followed the doctor’s instructions with the herbal remedy. Summer began crying again. Jackson said that she’ll cry whenever she’s feeling hungry. But she didn’t seem to enjoy the milk formula very much.

Nick stayed back at the office that night. That presented a dilemma, as he was the handiest with Summer. Without him, Jackson and I were at a loss in regards to her constant crying.

The only thing we could do was to hold her and paced around the room. It wasn’t easy, but we managed to get her down for a nap.

The remedy was ready. I helped myself to a large bowl of it. Jackson stared at me glumly. “The smell alone is bitter enough to make me gag. Are you sure you want to do this?”

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I nodded, took a deep breath, pinched my nose, and gulped it all down. It was bitter as hell, and the honey lozenge that Jackson handed me afterward couldn’t have been more welcome.

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My stomach wasn’t agreeable, either. It rumbled on and on like a grouchy old dog. I went back

into the bedroom and lay down for a bit. Not long after, Nick came home and took Summer and Jackson out for a walk.

I was almost asleep when the phone rang; It was Ashton. I picked up groggily. “What is it?” I mumbled, irritated.

“Come down, we need to talk!” He said in a low voice.

up for moving much today.” I didn’t feel like having another quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation might just spark

“I’m coming up!”

I got up,

here. The winter in J City wasn’t that harsh. Clad in a wooly sweater and a dark overcoat, Ashton leaned

some reason. It might be due to the herbal

a bin nearby. He straightened up, took off

for!” My patience wore thin and I was not in the

frowned but I couldn’t read his expression. “Come back to

coat and handed it

as I sensed another argument on

There was a bite of impatience in his voice. “Don’t you know that? Do you think it’s appropriate for you to be

not happy with this arrangement, I’m happy to sign the divorce papers

my arm roughly. It hurt. “Is our marriage a joke to you? Have you

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It’s a joke! So, Ashton,

while, he tightened his grip around my arm and flung me into the backseat

strong enough to retaliate. Before I could

past countless red lights. At breakneck speed, we arrived

Ashton yanked me out of the car.

dizzy and lost my bearings. With every

onto the bed. He climbed on

scumbag!” I shouted as I bit into his shoulder and held on until I

what to

I couldn’t divorce him, nor could

He stopped what he was doing as well and looked at me with