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

Chapter 500

After hearing Emery’s comments, I realized that I was indeed quite out of style.

Therefore, I complied with her wishes and bought many things. Right now we had a bit of a problem. I came over by taxi, and she had driven here by herself without a driver.

Looking at the assortment of big and small bags, we were at a loss as to what to do. She considered our situation for a while, whipped out her phone, and called Hunter.

Had I not heard her speaking so gently, I would not have believed that a tough woman like Emery could be as meek as a lamb when speaking to the one she loved.

“Hunter, I am at the mall in the city center. Please come over. There are too many bags and I can’t carry all of them!”

I looked at the bags around us. Women are so dramatic sometimes. It’s just clothes and jewelry. Sure, there’s quite a lot, but it’s actually manageable.

She hung up and noticed that I was looking at her weirdly. “Women need to show weakness at appropriate times,” she pouted, “it’s not that I can’t carry the bags. It’s only because I have him now. So sometimes I can’t open water bottles, lift heavy things, or walk over rain puddles.”

I chuckled at her confession. It seemed that in a relationship, women were the nurturers, while men were the providers.

Seeing that I was spaced out, she blinked a few times and made another call.

“Mr. Fuller, are you done with work?” The words she uttered successfully brought me back to attention.

at her.

in the city center, come

dared

me with a raised brow. “Mr. Fuller said he will be here in ten more

a thumbs up,

long period of walking. Emery started massaging her feet as she plopped down

are 5 cm or 7 cm. Wearing heels that are

of her hands, and suddenly started laughing. “Scarlett, when

now?” I

were true friends.” She continued, “Instead, you just calmly gave me a suggestion. This shows that you think of me as an acquaintance and

was a pain to wear. Whenever she could no longer walk due to the pain, I would buy her a pair of slippers from a roadside booth. I would be making fun of her while forcing her to change into the slippers. She would change her shoes but complain

feel as if these incidents happened ages ago, yet it also felt as if they just occurred

her, “Just

back with a shoebox in my hand. I handed it to her and said with a faint smile, “I have taken note of your shoe size just now. Size

she was momentarily stunned. She took the box, opened it, and looked back at me with incredulity in

which design you prefer, I think it can still match your outfit. It isn’t

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