When There Is Nothing Left But Love

My hand felt warm in his. Looking over at the bags placed by the side, I said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Emery chuckled jovially. “And a pair of shoes for me,” she added.

Emery took a few tentative steps, then turned to me and marveled, “These shoes are fantastic! Much better than high heels.”

I smiled at her.

Ashton looked at me and raised an eyebrow. His grip on my hand tightened somewhat as he picked up the bags from the floor and pulled me along with him.

“Hey Ashton, are you blind? There are some more bags here,” Emery yelled after us. She was seething.

Ashton said nothing. Paying no heed to Emery’s indignant cries, he dragged me headlong towards the mall’s exit.

I stopped short in my tracks. “We left some bags behind?”

Ashton furrowed his brow. His gaze settled on something beyond me.

I turned to see Hunter Zane striding towards us. Recognition dawned on me, and I followed Ashton obediently.

Ashton had parked his car just outside the mall. It was a black McLaren sports car and looked tremendously flashy.

“Why did you choose this car today?” The car was impressive, but I had rarely seen him driving it.

We placed our bags in the trunk. I noticed that they were all the items that Emery had picked out for me. How did Ashton know that?

“I just randomly chose this one,” Ashton answered shortly. He pulled me into the car. “What would you like to eat?”

in the mall and exclaimed, “Mr. Quinn wants to have dinner with

bit his lip,

replied briefly, while fastening my

behind. Emery called to us from afar, “Scarlett, I’ll be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid

waved goodbye. Ashton had secured

out in pain and looked

never given me anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment, he sounded

“I’ll buy something for you another day, OK? Is there anything you like

with anything as long

What?

must be a woman! Who else would be able to come up with

made dinner reservations under his name at a private room in a

the first cuisine that sprang to mind when one considered the winter cold, but the pasta they served here was al dente

were five of us present. Besides their usual trio,

for this place a few days ago. It’s received

had always been a man of

nothing either, knocking back a

the villa to

usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they

decided to call for the waiter to serve

he approached me, intending to come for the glass of

froze for a moment, then moved on to the

us a questioning look but said nothing