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.

do this another day? I’m not up for moving much today.” I didn’t feel like having another quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation might

“I’m coming up!”

I got

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 cold

today, for some reason. It might

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

in annoyance. “Say whatever it is you’re here for!” My patience wore thin and I was

couldn’t read his expression. “Come

shrugged off his coat and handed it back

as I sensed another argument on

married woman now.” There was a bite of impatience in his voice. “Don’t you know that? Do you think it’s appropriate

before. If you’re not happy with this arrangement, I’m happy to sign the divorce papers for you,”

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

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is! It’s a joke! So, Ashton,

tightened his grip around my arm and flung me into the backseat of his car,

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ride; he sped past countless red lights. At breakneck speed, we arrived at his

still in a daze when Ashton yanked me out of the car.

up on his shoulders. I grew dizzy and lost my bearings. With every step he took, I felt

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

into his shoulder and

what to do with

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

have noticed me ceasing to struggle. He stopped what he was doing as well and looked at me