When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He was taken aback by my words for a while. After a beat, his eyes widened comically before he gasped in disbelief. “Scarlett, you set me up?”

I nodded honestly. “You can think of it that way if you want to. If you’re scared, you can leave the car right now. I won’t stop you.”

He gritted his teeth before hissing, “This has nothing to do with whether I’m scared or not. You clearly know I have no way to go back if I were to get down from the car now. Moreover, do I look scared? Armond’s nothing but a dumbass. Why should I be scared of him? I just don’t want to see him.”

I nodded again. “Well, then. Since you’re not afraid of him, be quiet and follow me there. Take it as if you’re protecting me, and I’ll owe you a favor. How about that?”

He scoffed, “How are you going to return me the favor? Tell me more. If I like it, I’ll even take Armond down, not to mention protecting you.”

My mouth hung open for a while before I managed to voice, “What do you want? I’ll try my best to fulfill it.”

He mulled over my words. “Why don’t you cook for me for a week? I don’t want pasta every day. I’ll definitely puke by the second day.”

His request was reasonable and simple, but it still stumped me. With a frown, I muttered, “Mr. Taylor, have I ever told you I can’t cook? Other than making pasta, I don’t know how to make anything else. Are you sure you want me to cook for you?”

“If you don’t know how to cook, then learn. I

then.” I had to agree first; whether or not my cooking would be edible was another

I was transfixed. This villa is humongous. The villa in K City’s suburbs usually have specific limits for their size, but this house is evidently thrice the size of the normal

filthy rich. This villa is worth hundreds of millions. Are they planning to live in it? Do they plan to use it for something

was someone waiting for us by the doorway. “The size of this villa is comparable to

and it

it was so empty I could even hear the echoes of our footsteps. We then followed the maid up into

maid

can leave now.” Then, he said, “Ms. Stovall, you’re quite punctual. It

in my surroundings. Sometimes, it was not a good thing when a house was too big, especially when the house was not lively. It would be like stepping into a

It was eerie.

gaze landed

walk, and I ended up here.

easy for Holden to set someone ablaze with