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

Chapter 390

Joe was impeccably dressed, and his hair specially styled, rendering him extraordinarily robust. From his looks, it seemed as though he was here to discuss business.

Pursing my lips, I threw a placid glance at him. “Your life is rather colorful as well, Mr. Quinn.” After all, there are only a few possible people who’d come out to talk business during the new year.

Sure enough, the person following behind him was Rebecca.

Surprisingly, she blanched upon seeing me. She said nothing to me, merely tugging at Joe’s sleeve and urging, “Joe, the food is here, so let’s go!”

Taking her hand, Joe murmured in a gentle voice, “Wait for just a moment.” Then, he shifted his gaze at me and proclaimed, “You’re quite strong mentally, Ms. Stovall, to eat out and chat with another man after experiencing such a monumental event. Looks like Ashton has been worrying for nothing.”

I frowned even as I suppressed my fury. “Do you always speak without thinking, Mr. Quinn;”

At this, he sneered, “Are you hurt? Ashton has been tolerating and indulging you time and again, drinking himself to oblivion when you get upset and throw a tantrum. Worried about your health after suffering a miscarriage, he had a vasectomy for your sake despite his pride. And look how you repay him now. Not only have you cheated on him openly, but you’ve started eating out with another man in just a few days. Do you know how many people will ridicule him if photos of this get out?”

His expression was wintry even as he stifled his emotions to the point of indifference. “Scarlett Stovall, do you never consider other people’s feelings before acting? He’s your husband, yet what do you take him for? A dispensable stranger?”

Stunned, I only snapped back to my senses after a long while. “What did you just say?”

He sneered as his eyes brimmed with disdain. “Do you know what a vasectomy means to a man? He doesn’t even mind forgoing having his own child because of you and the child of your so called friend. Isn’t it ludicrous?”

For a few seconds, my mind went blank as my gaze remained fixed on him. “Why?” My voice was a smidge hoarse.

the slightest pain and agony – afraid that you’ll again be put through the terror of having a child and that

you – all that is pertinent.

lips

scoffing, her voice anguished and austere. “It’s ludicrous. It’s truly

presence, Joe looked back. As soon as he

trickled down her cheeks. “You know what?

Joe didn’t want me to witness her sorry state, for he supported her

huge container of lobsters, he threw a look at

lobsters on the table, his gaze was a touch gloomy when he turned to look at me.

head. When I saw the server serving the food, I blurted, “Can

John pursed

other people” flashed across my mind, and I swallowed the words that were right on the tip of my tongue at once. Gazing at him, I replied, “I was just thinking that Uncle Louis probably hasn’t eaten, so why don’t we bring some

countered, “No, it’s fine. The maids will cook at home.” As he said this, he lifted his hand and waved the server out. Subsequently, he looked at me and declared,

butter. Try some and see whether it’s to your

even as I opened the container. It was very fragrant, but I just hadn’t the appetite when something was troubling

a

eating it all

this precise moment, my phone vibrated with a text message from Ashton: Where

I replied: Outside.

asked: When are