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

“Are you saying that you’ve never tried to find out what happened to Macy back then?” I asked. My heart ached for Macy. If Jared really cared about her, why didn’t he even try?

The obvious answer was that he didn’t care. Otherwise, Jared wouldn’t have given up just like that. Not only had he never tried to look for Macy, he never even asked after her.

It made me even more fearful of handing Summer over to Jared.

He remained silent, biting his lip.

I’d calmed down. Looking at Jared’s troubled face, I vowed, “No matter what the Crests have planned for Summer, I will never give her up to you.”

I then stalked the rest of the way back to the table.

Ashton had been engaged in casual chit-chat with Joe. When he said me, he reached out in concern and asked, “What took you so long?”

“It’s nothing. Have you finished eating already?” We’d all gathered here today under the pretext of having dinner, but nobody had taken more than a few bites.

Ashton continued looking at me. “You’re not hungry?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Nope.”

Upon hearing this, Ashton pushed back his chair and stood up. Politely, he said to Joe, “It’s getting late. We’ll get going then.”

Obvious displeasure was written all over Joe’s face. He demanded, “Didn’t we agree to this get-together? Are you leaving before we’ve even gotten to say anything?”

Ashton repeated firmly, hauling me along with him. Jared was smoking near the door. We passed each other without another

got into the car. “Ashton, do you think it’s right for

In a mellow voice, he asked,

whatever

Summer everything, all those times that Jared had visited her at the villa. But what would I tell an innocent

would

with his. His gentle gaze soothed me. “How about this? Let Summer and the Crests get to acknowledge each other, but she continues

and more love showered upon

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agreement. “Of course!” he agreed

she saw Ashton and me enter, she came

you!” Summer announced, putting on

contain his laughter, Ashton asked,

sweet from her pocket, hiding it in the palm of her hand. It was

“Give

A sweet encased in a shiny wrapper dropped

Children often derived

the sofa. Patiently, he asked, “Why did you suddenly

thought about this for a while, then proclaimed, “This isn’t any old sweet! My friend Dottie from school said that her uncle gave it to her aunt when they got married. It’s a lucky sweet! If you

at her last sentence and halted immediately, turning

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