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

Chapter 501

My hand felt warm in his. Looking over at the bags placed by the side, I said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Emery chuckled jovially. “And a pair of shoes for me,” she added.

Emery took a few tentative steps, then turned to me and marveled, “These shoes are fantastic! Much better than high heels.”

I smiled at her.

Ashton looked at me and raised an eyebrow. His grip on my hand tightened somewhat as he picked up the bags from the floor and pulled me along with him.

“Hey Ashton, are you blind? There are some more bags here,” Emery yelled after us. She was seething.

Ashton said nothing. Paying no heed to Emery’s indignant cries, he dragged me headlong towards the mall’s exit.

I stopped short in my tracks. “We left some bags behind?”

Ashton furrowed his brow. His gaze settled on something beyond me.

I turned to see Hunter Zane striding towards us. Recognition dawned on me, and I followed Ashton obediently.

Ashton had parked his car just outside the mall. It was a black McLaren sports car and looked tremendously flashy.

“Why did you choose this car today?” The car was impressive, but I had rarely seen him driving it.

We placed our bags in the trunk. I noticed that they were all the items that Emery had picked out for me. How did Ashton know that?

“I just randomly chose this one,” Ashton answered shortly. He pulled me into the car. “What would you like to eat?”

Joe in the mall and exclaimed, “Mr. Quinn wants

his lip, his

replied briefly,

us from afar, “Scarlett, I’ll be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for

her and waved goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly bit me

and looked at him in bewilderment. “What’s

anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment,

look, I couldn’t help but give in. “I’ll buy something for you another day, OK? Is there anything

be happy with anything as long as it’s

What?

a woman! Who else would be able to come up with such an accurate

had made dinner reservations under his name at a private room in a

winter cold, but the pasta they served

their usual trio, Joe had brought Rebecca

took our seats, Joe broke the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days ago. It’s received multiple smashing reviews

a man of few

said nothing either, knocking back a glass of

the villa to see Summer. Ashton must have said something to

initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they had

decided to call for the waiter to serve the

approached me, intending to come for the glass of juice in my head, Ashton stopped him.

waiter froze for a moment, then moved

a questioning look

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