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

I looked away and avoided his gaze, but he took me by surprise with an amorous kiss.

It took me a short while to pull myself together. “Summer is still in Glenwood Apartments! I need to return to her!”

Staring at me, he said, “I have gotten in touch with Jackson. He told me he would look after Summer. Since you’re back, don’t you think you’re supposed to live with me?”

My brows furrowed. “But we’re already divorced!”

“I have never signed the agreement.” He uttered in a hoarse voice.

He then lifted me up and brought me into the villa against my will. It was only then that I noticed we had made our way back to the villa at Peakville Estate.

Apart from the exterior of the villa, nothing much had changed over the past four years.

I felt uncomfortable being carried by him. Hence, I insisted, “I can walk on my own!”

“It’s fine. Just close your eyes and take a break.”

I found his words absurd because it was only a short distance that would take me a few minutes at most.

The moment we entered the living room, I was caught off guard by the presence of Sally and Nancy.

had been four years since I last saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t impact the noble presence

manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room. They jumped

all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly,

your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her

verge of losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you move on? It has been

late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt

me before uttering in a gentle tone,

sigh when I realized I had indirectly offended Sally once

upstairs and asserted, “I have everything you need in the bedroom. Nothing

look. She seemed to be having a hard time pulling

that look—I was certain she was head over heels in love

of the sort of relationship she had

voice echoed in the spacious living

need, Ms. Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with

pursed, “I have something regarding the

the evening. Fuller Corporation only operates from nine in the morning till six in the evening. Since we’re three hours beyond work hours, don’t you think it’s rude to talk about work now? I’m afraid

twenty-six-year-old, aren’t you, Ms. Goldstein? I’m sure you know the appropriate time to bring work up, don’t you? It doesn’t feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain

had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman