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

Ashton continued tapping away at his phone, his demeanor languid. “She’s no longer carrying herself the way a celebrity should. Four years of being in the limelight is enough. It’s time to make way for the new generation.”

“I understand. What about her mother, Vanessa?”

“You make the call. Also, find another celebrity to replace Nancy. This time around, get someone decent.”

Joseph nodded. He gave me a quick look before leaving.

Back in the living room, Summer was chatting happily away with her dog, Snowfluff. It was indeed a wonderful companion for her.

Meanwhile, I tried placating Ashton about the incident earlier on. “There’s really no need to go this far on Nancy!”

He responded with an enigmatic smile. He proceeded to blow on the hard-boiled egg Susan had cooked before gently placing it on my bruise; this helped ease blood circulation.

It was not as serious as Ashton had made it out to be. The marks were barely visible now.

“She needs to learn her place. There are some people in this world she can’t afford to offend,” he said indifferently.

Before I could respond, Ashton noticed Susan had finished preparing dinner. He took my hand, carried Summer in one arm and led the way into the dining room.

had booked an early flight for us to

the waiting area that Summer had woken up. She noticed beside her, there was a kid approximately seven or eight months old being cradled in by

he reached out his tiny set of hands. Conflicted, she looked at her precious donut, and then at the kid’s

deliberation, she walked towards the child’s mom. “Miss, can he

grand gesture and

donut given away, Summer surpassed the sad longing that was welling up within her. She ran back to Ashton and me before asking, “Mommy, will you give me a brother

Summer did not understand the complexities of her words. Ashton chuckled before pulling her into his arms. “Not so fast, brat. Your mommy is going

was amusing to see him take

looking serious.

gentle gaze looking

married to Mr. Fuller, will I have a daddy?

a helpless smile. Noticing the clock, I

my answer, but just like a child of her

to pick

That’s next month!

for me. “Ashton,

future was my priority once we