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

Maybe I had truly gone crazy. Or maybe, just maybe, that extremely selfish person was exactly who I used to be.

Ashton was no longer at the hotel. After I had washed up and was getting ready to leave, John knocked on my door.

Furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over my pale, sallow complexion, he asked, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No.” I massaged my temples, shaking my head. “Is there any news about Summer?”

He made an affirmative sound, gesturing towards the room in a silent request to continue this conversation inside.

Stepping aside, I let him in and closed the door behind him, walking over to sit on the sofa.

He poured out a glass of water for himself, glancing at me. “Are you happy with Ashton?”

“John, I thought you were here to talk about Summer.” I narrowed my eyes, a little upset at the new topic.

Coughing awkwardly, he reached up to rub his nose. “It’s true that I came here to talk about Summer. But you are the most important thing to me right now. Summer has Ashton, the Crest family, and the Stovall family. So, let’s talk about you first, okay?”

I squirmed uneasily under his intense stare, licking my dry lips. “What do you mean?”

“Just answer me.”

“Ashton and I have always been fine.”

you were happy, not if your relationship with him is fine or

I rolled my eyes. “Tell me, John: what

story. Every story had to have its ups and

happiness? If happiness could only be defined by how cheerful you felt in your daily life, wasn’t that definition too

not sure that you understand happiness more than I do. You don’t want to answer my question because your relationship with Ashton is starting to make you feel burdened and depressed. Deep in your heart, you still hold a

the glass of water in front

the hospital and receive

Ambiguous?

wrong with myself anymore. All I knew

was often unable to control my temper

ever hidden my scars away and threw my nightmares to the back of my mind, leaving them for the future me to deal with. On the surface, I appeared fine, but one small poke at my wounds and you’d be able to see how

“I’ll go

pressing

at him. “By the way, John, this isn’t the time to be having a heart-to-heart right

worried about Summer, and

“So?”

taking a deep breath before turning to me. “Can you promise me to

That sounds so weird…

did you

nodded, but his

that something might have happened to my daughter abruptly dawned upon