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

I sighed. Wouldn’t that be nice? But John was family to me after all.

“Hannah is a really good woman,” I said. “Once John loses her, it’ll be forever.”

Leaning his head on my shoulder, Ashton said moodily, “What can you do then?”

“If Uncle Louis finds out, perhaps he could let Hannah into the Stovall family.” John had always been respectful to Uncle Louis.

He lifted his head to stare at me thoughtfully. “You’ve investigated Hannah’s past?”

I frowned, confused about his question. “Even if her background’s inferior, Uncle Louis isn’t one to be bothered about it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acknowledged me publicly and entered me into the Stovall’s family register.”

He raised his brows and said, “Louis may not care about the girl’s family background, but he’ll care about her personal experiences. These past thirty years, you’ve had a clean record being the Moore family’s daughter, my wife, and a graduate. These could make Louis accept you, but Hannah doesn’t have those.”

“Even though she didn’t graduate college nor marry into a wealthy family, she’s elegant and dignified. That alone will satisfy Uncle Louis.”

Holding me, he smiled weakly. “Things aren’t always as simple as it seems, Scarlett.”

Out of nowhere, Summer ran over and insisted that Ashton play with her. Unable to decline her, they left alongside each other.

of past Hannah had that could make Uncle

John stared deeply at me and said, “Since you’re back to K City, you should take Summer home. After all, you and Mr. Fuller are divorced.

blanked out slightly. Deep inside, I knew he was unwilling to see me and

didn’t say a word as he

for an entire day, Summer was exhausted and fell asleep

“Four years ago, I didn’t sign the divorce agreement. We’re still lawfully married. Is it not okay for a

his willful appearance, I burst out laughing. Tilting my head,

waking up groggily in the living room, he

in K City was occasionally gloomy and

the villa revising for several consecutive days, bored from having been alone for

in the kitchen before sending them to Summer at her school.

Luckily, Ashton had given me a car to

it all in. Four years ago, it was merely one of the many

thought the rain wouldn’t be heavy and carried the lunch box with me while

bad weather didn’t seem to be

taking shelter right at the entrance when I squeezed past them to

I didn’t approach the reception but pulled out my phone to