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

his lip, his eyes

briefly,

husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for the shoes though, I absolutely adore them! I’ll treat you to a good meal next

goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly bit me on the

out in pain and looked at him in bewilderment. “What’s

Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment, he sounded rather

I couldn’t help but give in. “I’ll buy something

be happy with anything as long as it’s from

What?

like children must be a woman! Who

at a private room in a restaurant specializing in

when one considered the winter cold, but the pasta they served here

present. Besides their usual trio, Joe

the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a few days ago. It’s received multiple smashing reviews online, let’s if it lives up to its

been a man of few words. He merely

said nothing either, knocking back a glass

since that day, Jared had never returned to the villa to see Summer. Ashton must have

meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they had left off before. The

decided to call for the

the table. When he approached me, intending to come for the glass of juice in my head, Ashton stopped him. “She

waiter froze for a moment, then moved on

a questioning look but