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

My prompt registered immediately. Ashton stood up and proffered a hand, suave and refined. However, his gaze lingered on Summer and Michael when he noticed them.

Michael seemed to be a late bloomer, at least in comparison to Summer. Both of them were five years old, but Michael appeared a year younger.

Ashton’s expression darkened, but I waved it off. “What would you like to eat?” I directed my question to the children.

Summer seemed to be in a foul mood. While her eyes were still on Ashton, she replied, “Anything you make is fine, Mommy.”

Michael caught sight of my injured ankle and suggested, “Let Daddy cook for us tonight.”

This was nothing out of the norm, but Michael’s words were piercing to Ashton’s ears.

I offered no clarification. Instead, I looked at Colin and teased lightly, “Looks like it’s your turn to show off your cooking skills tonight.”

Colin could be rather tactless at times, and his ability to read the room was failing him at the moment. Though he was taken aback by Ashton’s presence, he invited graciously, “Mr. Fuller, please stay for dinner with us. We cook with homegrown produce. You should try some.”

Ashton masked his emotions and nodded, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

I glanced at the children and instructed them as usual, “Both of you pick some vegetables from the back garden. Summer, don’t bully Michael, understand?”

“You’re so unfair,

accusation, I explained, “Michael is already shorter than

him!” Summer picked up both baskets and told Michael indignantly, “Mommy says that I can’t bully

corrected Summer, “Daddy says that I’m a strong man, and strong men should protect girls. You’re not bullying me.

walked toward the back garden, bickering

had always worried that Summer would feel lonely, but seeing how Summer and Michael were closer than biological

gaze, I felt someone’s eyes on me, snapping me back to reality. I turned to find Ashton burning holes in me with his scorching stare. A myriad of

at home while

to rumble

his gaze and replied with conviction, “I’ve been good. These four years have been the most peaceful years

his eyes as he chuckled ruefully. “Yeah, you do

out in the kitchen,” I repeated as the conversation ran

my mind has been cruel to me. The more I try to forget, the clearer the memories become. It’s all engraved in my

a sigh, wishing I had the right words to console him. I turned to look Ashton in the eye. “Mr. Fuller, you’ll have to move on someday. I’m doing great here. Staying by your side only filled me with hate and resentment. It would break me. Perhaps it might have seemed like I had plenty of friends and family in J City and K City, but I was dying inside. There’s no way I can come to terms with my suffering. R Province is my home. Here, I can

us. Seconds ticked by before he finally spoke. “Fine!” The weight of a

soon afterward. I exhaled heavily as I watched

preparing the ingredients. He stilled when he saw me. “I can handle this myself. Go and keep Mr.