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

Chapter 691

I nodded and spoke with no hesitation. “Everyone lives for themselves. Not only is Armond rich and good-looking, but he also willingly accepts my past. He’s a really nice guy.”

Ashton stared at me for a long while with some hope left in him. However, I kept my face devoid of emotions, forcing him to believe that I felt nothing toward him. Soon after, he gave up and scoffed, “Good! Very good!”

The three words were spoken with his teeth gritted.

With that, he turned around and headed toward his car. After taking a few steps, he halted and glanced back. “Scarlett, I’ll ask you once again. Do you mean everything you said?”

“Yes. From the bottom of my heart.” Reluctant to be entangled, I cut off every tie I had with him. It was best to end it this way.

“Haha!” He laughed, but it sounded rather forced. “Good, very good! If that’s how it is, it seems everything was all my wishful thinking.”

With that, he walked away. Hearing his footsteps getting further and further away from me and finally the sound of the engine blaring, I stayed rooted on my spot. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him and my heart felt hollow.

Grandma was correct. I was hesitant about everything. If I couldn’t let it go and make a clean cut, I would suffer in the end.

I had repeated the same question in my mind for several nights. Why do I have to leave Ashton?

Nora said. I was a psycho, so

the rest of our lives, I was afraid that I would bring

it was almost time to get off work. Armond wore a white dress shirt while his black coat was hanging on

at me coldly, he asked,

“Others used half a month to prepare a proposal, while I used only one day, so I bet Ashton wouldn’t pick

his face. “This is the worst bid proposal I’ve ever seen. Congratulations on

admit it, he said the truth. Other than the suggestions Linda and Nora gave, nothing

a few hours, so there was no way it would be good. After pausing for a while, I said, “The Murphy

brows, he threw the bid proposal aside and turned to look at me. “Let’s go for

intention to win the bidding. Otherwise, he wouldn’t ask me to prepare

that it was already 6 p.m., I suggested, “The bidding begins at 8 p.m. I’ll head

indifferently,

asked subconsciously, “Are

raised a brow. “If I don’t go, do you think you can win the bid with your scrappy

I…

so harsh and vicious with his

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