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.

seated in the chair, uncertain what sort of past Hannah had that could make Uncle Louis unable

City, you should take Summer home.

Deep inside, I knew he was unwilling to see me and Ashton living

word as he sent them off

day, Summer was exhausted and fell asleep right on

backed into the doorframe and caged in by him. “Four years ago, I didn’t sign the divorce agreement. We’re still lawfully married. Is it not okay for a married

Tilting my head, I said, “It’s fine,

happiness. Had it not been for Summer waking up

in K City was occasionally

revising for several

peel some fruits in the kitchen before sending them to Summer at

were overcast. Luckily, Ashton had given me a car to drive and the traffic

I arrived at Fuller Corporation, I stopped to allow myself to take it all in. Four years ago, it was merely one of the many

rain began to pour. I initially thought the rain wouldn’t be heavy and carried the lunch box with me while I headed toward the Fuller Corporation building. But when I finally made it after a sprint,

whenever lightning struck. The bad weather didn’t seem to

taking shelter right at the entrance

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