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.

today.” I didn’t feel like having another quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation might just spark one. Besides, another day might give us both time to calm down and talk things

“I’m coming up!”

in a panic. I got up,

knew I was living here. The winter in J City wasn’t that harsh. Clad in a wooly sweater and a dark overcoat, Ashton leaned against his car, looking as aloof as ever. He lit a cigarette that glowed warmly in the

extra prickly today, for some reason. It might be due to the herbal medicine

Ashton saw me, he put out his cigarette and flung it into a bin nearby. He straightened up, took off his coat, and pulled it

annoyance. “Say whatever it is you’re here for!” My patience wore thin and I was not in the mood for

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

I shrugged off his coat and

sensed

of impatience in his 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 with no

Ashton grabbed my arm roughly. It hurt. “Is our marriage a joke to you? Have you become so comfortable

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a joke! So, Ashton, when are you

around my arm and flung me into the backseat of his car, with strength and roughness that frightened

enough to retaliate. Before I could sit upright, he drove

was a dangerous ride; he sped past countless red lights. At breakneck speed, we arrived

daze when Ashton yanked me out of the car. “Ashton, are you

shoulders. I grew dizzy and lost my bearings. With every step

into a bedroom and flung me onto the bed. He climbed on top

I shouted as I bit into his shoulder

didn’t know what

I couldn’t divorce him, nor could I get rid

ceasing to struggle. He stopped what he was doing as well and looked at me with his dark