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

I don’t like to gossip about others and I don’t like to be talked about either, especially when the topic is brought up intentionally by Joyce.

People from a small province may be kind-hearted, but due to too much free time on their hands, they tend to be very nosy.

A topic like this should either be clarified or forever kept under wraps. There’s no way I can clear the air right now, so I can only choose not to mention it at all.

Seeing that I had no intention to explain further, they did not pursue the matter. The dinner ended pleasantly around nine o’clock.

As the host, I had promised everyone to hit the bar for some drinks. I could not go back on my words.

We went to a bar in the city center.

It was quite crowded. We picked a good seat on the first floor and had a great view of the stage performance on the ground floor.

The latest songs were being played on the screen while three men, who seemed to be in their thirties, were performing a soundcheck.

After ordering some drinks and snacks, we continued yammering on. The place was not too noisy but very lively.

With flashing lights and the upbeat music playing in the background, men and women danced merrily and bobbed their heads to the rhythm.

Colin sat beside me. He leaned over and asked, “Is Ashton Summer’s father?”

His unexpected question stunned me. I looked at him; we both smiled.

it slide, and we both

playing some games. Colin did not touch a drop of alcohol because he had

of drinking games. After a few rounds, I lost quite

bouquet of flowers appearing in front

moment, everyone was observing

twenties introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Matthew. Can we be friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart, Nancy, right?” His bashful expression

for a few seconds. “I’m not

You are Nancy. Although you look slightly different without make-up, your beauty is ethereal. You just

how should I put it? It’s

came up with an idea to debunk the

with disbelief. “You both

“There’re indeed many

Stovall. You’re very pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever

that said,

started clamoring for attention. “Scarlett, you really look like Nancy, especially your eyes. I was also mistaken when I first

let out a faint smile

seems like I have a lot of look-alikes. In the past, people said I resembled Joyce, and then it was Cameron.

as he switched the glass of wine from my hand to a glass

was not bothered. “It goes to show that I’m quite

a harmless joke after all. The effects of the alcohol started to kick in and