When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I looked away and avoided his gaze, but he took me by surprise with an amorous kiss.

It took me a short while to pull myself together. “Summer is still in Glenwood Apartments! I need to return to her!”

Staring at me, he said, “I have gotten in touch with Jackson. He told me he would look after Summer. Since you’re back, don’t you think you’re supposed to live with me?”

My brows furrowed. “But we’re already divorced!”

“I have never signed the agreement.” He uttered in a hoarse voice.

He then lifted me up and brought me into the villa against my will. It was only then that I noticed we had made our way back to the villa at Peakville Estate.

Apart from the exterior of the villa, nothing much had changed over the past four years.

I felt uncomfortable being carried by him. Hence, I insisted, “I can walk on my own!”

“It’s fine. Just close your eyes and take a break.”

I found his words absurd because it was only a short distance that would take me a few minutes at most.

The moment we entered the living room, I was caught off guard by the presence of Sally and Nancy.

Sally. In spite of her pale

intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room. They jumped up

at Ashton, she asked petulantly,

“Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to

on the verge of losing her cool. “Ashton, since you guys are divorced, why can’t you move on? It

getting late. I believe it’s time for you to leave!” He made himself clear

lowered his gaze and looked at me before uttering in a gentle tone, “If you’re sleepy, go ahead and take a

when I realized I had indirectly offended

everything

caught a glimpse of Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed to be having a

a fellow woman, I knew the emotions associated with that look—I was certain she

couldn’t be certain of the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over

voice echoed in the

need, Ms. Goldstein?” Ashton turned around and queried with a frown. It was evident

pursed, “I have something regarding the deal

a callous tone, “Ms. Goldstein, it’s nine o’clock in the evening. Fuller Corporation only operates from nine in the morning till six in the evening. Since we’re three hours beyond work hours, don’t you think it’s rude to talk about work now? I’m afraid others are going to misperceive our relationship since you brought up such an

have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access to

of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary woman could stand being stung by such