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?”

suddenly recalled the incident with Joe in the mall and exclaimed, “Mr. Quinn wants to

his lip, his eyes

replied briefly, while fastening my

be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t

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

out in pain and looked at him in bewilderment.

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

help but give in. “I’ll buy something for you another day, OK? Is there anything

“I’ll be happy with anything as

What?

who said that men are just like children must be a woman! Who

at a private room in a restaurant specializing

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

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

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

man of few words. He merely

nothing either, knocking back a glass

had never returned to the villa to see Summer. Ashton must have said something to

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

call for the waiter to

me, intending to come

for a moment,

a questioning look but