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

I froze in shock, taken aback by his behavior. Just as I thought of lifting my arms to push him away, he’d caged me in against the walls of the elevator.

Luckily there’s no one else in the elevator, or we’ll all be in an awkward situation.

His closeness suffocated me, and I felt myself relaxing into his arms.

He swept me off my feet as the elevator doors opened, and he carried me straight to his room.

He switched on the lights in the hallway as he sat me down on the floor, pressing his body into mine. His gaze bored into mine as he said, “I’m not letting you go again.”

His words seemed to be directed at both himself and me.

I opened my mouth and replied breathily, “Ashton, I—”

“Shush, I don’t want to hear a single word!” He placed a finger on my lips.

I scrunched my lips and frowned at him. “Ashton, you jerk!”

Silently, he lifted me and strode towards the huge bed in the room.

He loomed over me on the bed. I turned my head away to avoid his gaze.

He turned my head back to face him. Staring intently at me, he sneered, “Trying to hide somewhere?”

is happening right now? Are you planning to sleep with

he

before that I didn’t love you, yet here you are forcing me to stay, so isn’t that exactly what you want? I

seem to know a lot about these things,

stare. “I can’t help if I hear about it from the

taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He headed straight for the bathroom without a

perplexed at his behavior. I

bed absent-mindedly. I felt overwhelmed with exhaustion, though it was of an emotional nature. It always seems like I’m trying to run away, like some

then, I received a phone call from Nora. Her booming voice came through the receiver. “Scarlett, did you fall into the

further away from my ear. I replied a while later, “I’m already home. Something cropped up so I decided to leave earlier. Sorry,

went home? With whom? Aren’t you living with Mr. Murphy?

What

into a friend of mine from K City. Oh right,

time. Why would we still be there? Plus, it’s hard to last the night at my age. Oh right, I just wanted to let

asked, “Did you ply him with drinks?” She must be trying to make a move

cackled wickedly. “I wasn’t planning to get him drunk at first. But then, how often does a rich, handsome man drop in one’s lap, am I right? If I missed this chance, I wouldn’t have anything to boast about to my kid when

appeared to be jammed when faced with her unusual thought process. How does your

my help, just let me know. Who knows, maybe I can be your wing-woman. You can always drop by and pretend you’re visiting me

ecstatic like she was

asked abruptly, “How about I drop