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.

saw Sally. In spite of her pale and haggard

duo who was

written all over her scrunched-up face. Staring at Ashton, she asked petulantly, “Why have

replied 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

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

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

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

sigh when I realized I had indirectly

have everything you need in the

Nancy’s dejected look. She seemed to be having a hard time

associated with that look—I was certain she was

of the sort of relationship she had with Ashton over the past

Fuller!” Nancy called out, her voice echoed in the

and queried with a frown. It

pursed, “I have something

gentleman. Upon a simple glance, he replied in 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.

know the appropriate time to bring work up, don’t you? It doesn’t feel great to have a stranger in the house. I’m not sure how you manage to gain access to my house, but I don’t wish to see you here without my consent in the future. After all, I don’t enjoy having others interrupting my quality

wrath, no