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.

last saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard face, it didn’t impact the noble presence she

fact that we showed up in such an intimate manner startled the duo who was drinking tea in the living room. They jumped up from the

at Ashton, she

with a frown, “Aunt Sally, I believe that’s none of your business.” His tone was flat and emotionless, indicating to her that she should stop poking her nose

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

to leave!” He made himself clear that he wanted his aunt to get out of his

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

realized

asserted, “I have everything you need in

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

I knew the emotions associated with that look—I was certain she was head

the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past

Nancy called out, her voice echoed in the spacious living

Ashton turned around and queried with a frown. It was evident he was irked

with her lips pursed, “I have something regarding the

“Ms. Goldstein, it’s nine o’clock in the evening. Fuller Corporation only operates from nine in the morning till six in the evening.

feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access to my house, but I

of his carefully curated speech that had perfectly disguised his wrath, no ordinary