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.

I didn’t feel like having another quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation

“I’m coming up!”

I yelled in a panic. I got up, got

sweater and a dark overcoat, Ashton leaned against his car, looking as aloof as ever. He lit a cigarette that glowed

extra prickly today, for some reason. It might be due

his cigarette and flung it into a bin nearby. He straightened up, took off his

whatever it is you’re here for!” My patience wore thin and I

read his

off his coat and handed

I sensed another

voice. “Don’t you know that? Do you

isn’t.” I looked up at him. “Ashton, I’ve told you this before. If you’re not happy with this arrangement, I’m happy to sign the divorce papers for you,” I said

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

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it is! It’s a joke! So, Ashton, when are you

long while, he tightened his grip around my arm and flung me into the backseat of his car, with strength

to retaliate. Before I could sit upright, he

past countless red

a daze when Ashton yanked me out

dizzy and lost my bearings. With every

flung me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and took off his coat before

as I bit into his shoulder and

know what to do

stopped struggling and opened my eyes. I couldn’t divorce him, nor could I get rid of him.

as well and looked at me with his dark eyes. We