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.

and we

was quite dull to just sit and drink, so we ended up playing some games. Colin did not touch a drop of alcohol because

rounds, I lost quite a bit and had to

bouquet of flowers appearing

moment, everyone was observing me with

friends? You’re the nation’s sweetheart, Nancy, right?” His bashful expression could be

for a few seconds.

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

put it? It’s great being

up with an idea to debunk the boy’s perception. I showed him my identification card. “See, I’m not Nancy

with

“There’re indeed many

is for you, Ms. Stovall. You’re very pretty. I don’t think I’ll ever see Nancy

said, he

for attention. “Scarlett, you really look like Nancy,

let out a faint smile

lot of look-alikes. In the past, people said I resembled Joyce, and then it was Cameron. Now, I’m

seriously. Beautiful faces are mostly similar,” said Colin as he switched the glass of

“It goes to show that

to kick in and I felt a little dizzy. After footing the