When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 501

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?”

Joe in the mall and

lip, his

replied briefly, while fastening my

tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join

and waved goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly

in pain and looked at him in bewilderment.

Ashton retorted hotly. At

buy something for you another day, OK? Is there

anything as long as it’s

What?

a woman! Who else would be able to come up with such an accurate

name at a private room in a restaurant specializing in

the first cuisine that sprang to mind when one considered the winter

usual trio, Joe

seats, Joe broke the ice, saying genially, “I sourced for this place a

had always been a man of

nothing either, knocking back a glass

to the villa to

our meal in a silence that seemed weightier than usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them to pick up where they had left off before. The situation, however, was far too awkward to even consider

decided to call for the waiter to serve the

approached me, intending to come for

for a moment, then moved

us a questioning

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