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

Roughly an hour later, Ashton was out. He was in his usual poker face.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” There was a gentle twitch at the corners of his mouth.

I shook my head and held his hand. “Does it hurt?”

I heard that it’d be awfully painful.

“So what if it does? What are you gonna do?” He gave a cheeky grin.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips on his. “Will this work?”

Cough! The doctor tried to make his presence felt. “You’ll need to come back for a check-up in a week, and try resuming intercourse only after a month’s time.”

“Thank you, doctor.” It was pretty awkward to be seen smooching. My face was still blushing after saying my thanks.

We lingered at the hospital for another hour till the pain subsided.

It was already nightfall when we got back to the villa. After having dinner with Ashton, Emery called.

“Hey, remember that sandalwood box that I wanted to mail to you? I’ve been swamped, and it slipped off my mind. You free tonight? Let’s grab a drink.” She didn’t sound happy.

“Okay. I’ll see you later.” It didn’t take me long to say yes. Ashton was in his study. He had been warm and sweet recently, but I somehow felt that he had something in the back of his mind.

I went to his study only to see him flipping through a large pile of documents Joseph brought back.

he heard my footsteps. “Are

Emery asked me

folder in front of him. “Right, what’s the

lot of things to do, and I can get there myself. Don’t think you should be

how long will you be there?” He raised his brows, waiting for my

I guessed that Emery must’ve been

“One hour. Give me the address, and I’ll pick you

voice my discontent. “You being away for too

way, I dipped my head,

coat, took the car keys and headed

be meeting at her club

from the second floor and a

like

down, snatched her glass of red wine, and got the attention of the waiter. “Excuse me, a cup of

Scarlett.” She laughed, but

waiter obviously knew who she was. He left briskly after taking the

chin on the back of her hand as she gazed at the girls

felt a pinch

a sip of the red wine, I looked at her. “Is it about Hunter? Or is it about your

after a few days of marriage, these

you ever seen parents who

Ashton and I don’t have parents, and George barely interferes in our affairs. So, no.” Those were my honest two

“You see, life always goes against our