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

I pursed my lips and looked down at my fingers. “Give yourself a break.”

He got up, and before heading to his study, he turned towards me. “Actually, there are still some things I need to deal with. I’ll try to get it done asap, and see you in a bit.”

I mellowed as I saw him walked further away. When I finally came back to my senses, I realized I forgot to check if he wanted dinner.

Regardless, I went to the kitchen, made some spaghetti, and brought it upstairs.

The door was left ajar, and I could see him on the phone.

I wasn’t sure what the conversation was about. The fountain pen in his hand landed so heavily on the contract that it pierced through it. The ink spread into quite a sizeable area from the persistent pressure. Something vexatious was brewing.

Those solemn dark eyes of his noticed what’d happened, but his hand was still driving the pen deeper into the table.

“Are you done?” Fury shadowed his face.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to sense the tightness in his voice. Nevertheless, the conversation continued.

“Brothers? Him and I? You don’t know what the market is like,” Ashton growled.

Yup, he is angry.

After he hung up, ferocity lurked in every corner of his narrowed eyes. He glanced at the patch of ink, lifted his hand, and proceeded with signing as if everything was okay.

Splash! The flick of his wrist spilled his coffee.

his poise, pulled a few sheets of tissue, and pressed his

market had made

he desired and what he’d rather keep his hands off. Those were

Knock, knock!

what have you brought me?” The gloom that was

room. After putting the spaghetti on his desk, I wiped the remaining coffee

hand and chucked them into the bin. “I’ve

out a warm twinkle, sat himself down, and munched away as if what happened just now was

Aunt Sally?” I asked as

Thus, it wasn’t wrong to say that

responded with spaghetti still bunged

documents on the desk. It was the proposal of the acquisition on

it

scrunched some tissues and dapped on the spread

is the hardest thing to remove. Moreover, it’s on paper.” Coming from behind was his low

down the document. I couldn’t get myself to ask him about

of accomplishment

forehead. “Also, Hannah should be

track of such paltry matters. “Sure thing!” I bobbed my head, and as I tilted my chin up, I purred, “Ashton, shall

“Hmm?”

was born to the Crest family. I love her as much as I

was a short pause before he laid his eyes on me. “You’ve given Jared the green light to