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.

heard

asked me out for a

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

things to do, and I can

there?” He raised his brows, waiting for

that Emery must’ve been caught up with some

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

my

that way, I

coat, took the car keys

would be meeting at her club in Imperial Hotel situated in the city

her looking out from the second floor and a bottle of red wine on

waved. It seemed like she

and got the attention of the waiter. “Excuse me, a

milk? In a club? Stop joking, Scarlett.” She laughed, but her squinted

was. He

on the back of her hand as she gazed at the

felt a pinch

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

complaining only after a few days of marriage, these were probably the

with her eyes slightly shuttered in a teasing manner. “Have you ever seen parents who insisted on living with their son after

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

tittered. “You see, life always goes against our will. If only