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

I knew Ashton was infuriated, but this was ultimately still his company. There was no need to make a ruckus here. Besides, knowing his personality, Nancy’s showbiz career was probably over.

“I’m fine, it’s just a small injury. Speaking of which, what shall we eat?”

He took a few moments to compose himself. While holding my hands, Ashton proclaimed reassuringly, “You’re my woman. You don’t need to give in to anyone.”

His obsidian eyes bored into Vanessa menacingly. “It’s basic courtesy to return one a favor.”

Upon hearing his words, she collapsed to the ground, begging repeatedly. Her voice quivered. “Mr. Fuller, I know my mistake! I didn’t do it on purpose, I’ll apologize to her! I beg you, please let us off this time.”

Her words fell on deaf ears. With his unchanging look, he continued, “Can an apology resurrect the dead?”

Vanessa knew there was no getting through to him. She wiped off her tears and turned towards me. “Ms. Stovall, I didn’t mean to hurt you! Hit me back all you want. But just this once! Please convince Mr. Fuller to let Nancy off the hook.”

Ashton remained unresponsive. He turned towards me, his expression softened. “Will your palms be ok?”

He took my hands in his as he spoke, gesturing for me to open up my palms. Then he looked right at Vanessa.

Taking it as her queue to come in, she stood up and stopped right in front of me.

from the corners of her lips. Although Ashton had led my hands, I had almost no part in this. The brute force came entirely from

to reduce his rage. The air remained stale

“Don’t let me see you ever

he stared at Nancy. Although he said nothing, it was enough to convey

mercy. There’s nothing to feel bad about.” Just then, he remembered the other two present in the studio. Stacey and Joseph’s failure to protect me had earned them a

Ashton was worried for me, but he shouldn’t blame

elbow and asked, “Are

on my nose. He had no qualms about showering me with affection in front of a crowd. “All right.

of the studio. Once outside, I let out

me, there were

is the

got in the car, then there was finally some respite. I turned over and asked, “Do I really

not

truth was, Ashton had not. He had only gotten more ruthless over the past four years. What made the difference was, he was now good at concealing his emotions. The only ounce of warmth he

having

was surprised to see her here. I turned and asked, “Were