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

Chapter 539

After silently observing Ashton for a while, I turned around and went upstairs.

I decided to let him have some space. Some things could be discussed civilly, but there were some other things that couldn’t.

 

In the bedroom, I stripped and entered the shower, the cold water chilled me to the bone.

Since when did Ashton and I start walking on eggshells caring for each other’s feelings?

I had yet to finish watching the content on the USB drive that Camelia had given me. I had been emotionally unstable and mentally weak during that one month, and had spent every day with Marcus. Developing a physically intimate relationship with him was unavoidable.

There were some scenes in the USB drive that looked unfamiliar even to me when I watched them, so I couldn’t imagine how they must have made Ashton felt. His suppressed anger for the past few days must have been because of the video.

Emery told me that, knowing Marcus, whatever he told Ashton at the wedding ceremony could not have been good news.

Deep in his heart, Ashton was harboring resentment towards me. Resentment that he didn’t want to discuss with me.

I was drained of all energy after my shower, leaning my weight against the wall as I made my way to the bed with much difficulty.

Maybe this would all go away with a good night’s rest.

Just as I’d expected, Ashton never returned to the bedroom. I guessed that he didn’t want to affect me with his negative emotions, and the last thing he wanted was to start another argument with me.

One argument was more than enough.

The next day.

Summer had been sent to school, so only Flora, the

long ago. He told me to prepare

soup, then smiled warmly as she gave me a note. “Mr.

read: Make sure you eat your meals. Wait for me to get

perfectly fine. Except we both knew the truth: we were lost, blindly stumbling around as we tried

back at Flora, thanking her for the food as I sat down

breakfast and was starting to

down, but ended up throwing up in a toilet

always freezingly cold during this time of the

the study to take a proper look at the sandalwood box that Grandma had left me. If Emery said that it couldn’t be unlocked with a key, then what could it be

design didn’t seem to be of modern work. It resembled closer

while but to no avail, resorting to picking up a random book in

on Ashton’s desk. I had seen them a few times before; they were all acquisition

and picked the documents up, flipping through them. Mergers and takeovers

going to end, I could

to keep it in

our pictures from the past in his villa in J City, but apparently, he’d brought

hurt to take a look and walk down memory

the photo album out of the drawer, noticing that there had been

familiar to me. Even though I had never seen what he looked like

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