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

his lip, his

briefly, while fastening

behind. Emery called to us from afar, “Scarlett, I’ll be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for the shoes though, I absolutely adore them!

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

cried out in pain and looked

me anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment, he

his forlorn look, I couldn’t help but give in. “I’ll buy something for you

with anything as long as

What?

children must be a woman! Who else would be

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

considered the winter cold, but the pasta they served here was al dente

of us present. Besides their usual trio, Joe had brought Rebecca along

a few days ago. It’s received multiple smashing reviews online, let’s if

always been a man of few words. He merely nodded in

either, knocking back a

the villa to see Summer. Ashton must have said something to

than usual. Joe had initially intended the meal to be an occasion for them

call for the waiter

he approached me, intending to come for the

for a moment, then moved on

a questioning