When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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When he didn’t speak, I peeked at him in surprise, but his eyes were hooded and I couldn’t discern any

emotion in them.

Unable to help myself, I blurted, “Didn’t you come here to look for Armond? Aren’t you going to talk to

him?”

Without sparing a glance at me, his slender fingers moved across the porcelain bowls as he expertly

washed the dishes.

“There’s no rush.” He only gave me three simple words in return.

The atmosphere became quiet all of a sudden and I felt slightly at a loss.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke through the uncomfortable silence. It was coming from his phone.

He didn’t answer it, but turned his emotionless eyes to me for some reason.

I stiffened and asked confusedly, “What is it?”

“My hands are wet. I’ll have to trouble you,” he replied.

At first, I couldn’t grasp his meaning. Later on, I realized that his phone was in his trouser pocket and

both his hands were covered with soap.

Coincidently, I had just wiped my hands dry, so technically, it was convenient for me to take his phone.

But…

The corners of my eyes twitched as I fell into a dilemma. “Mr. Fuller, I think that’s rather inappropriate.”

He cocked a brow at me. “And why exactly would that be inappropriate?”

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A woman such as myself reaching into his trouser pocket to grab his phone? How isn’t that

inappropriate?

He looked at me with a serious yet clear eyes. If I made a big deal out of it, it would seem like I was the

one having dirty thoughts instead.

The beautiful piano melody kept playing, as though the caller was anxious.

Ashton was still frozen in the same posture as he waited for me to answer his phone for him.

I exhaled sharply and shoved my hand into his trouser pocket. After taking his phone out, I handed it to

him with slightly flushed cheeks. “Here!”

He raised his brows at me and motioned at his soap-covered hands with his eyes. His meaning couldn’t

be any clearer—he couldn’t pick up the call in his state and I had to do it for him.

Clenching my jaw, I turned the phone screen to face me and swiped to answer the call, catching sight of

the caller ID in the process—it was Rachel.

“Put it on speaker,” Ashton instructed while staring at me with a particularly intense gaze.

I did as I was told, tapping on the speaker icon before bringing the phone to his ear. Due to the height

difference, I had to stand on my tippy toes and get closer.

He lowered his eyes to look at me, but didn’t comment. Soon, Rachel’s gentle voice drifted over the other

end of the line. “Mr. Fuller, are you home?”

“Yes. What is it?” This man was stingy with his words as always.

Rachel seemed to have grown accustomed to this habit of his because she didn’t seem to mind as she

chirped gleefully, “I brought all the previous project files over today for you to take a look. By the way, you

haven’t eaten yet, have you? I made you lunch. Give it a try later.”

I twitched my lips. How lucky of him to have a beautiful woman at his beck and call!

When his reply didn’t come after a long time, I vaguely sensed his gaze on me. Puzzled, I returned his

gaze, wondering what was running through his mind.

Just when I thought he wasn’t going to answer, he responded curtly, “Mm.”

Rachel’s unconcealed joy was palpable even over the phone when she quipped, “Then, can you come

out and open the gate for me, Mr. Fuller? I’m already outside your villa.”

“Sure,” Ashton replied. Then, he shot me a glance, signaling for me to hang up the call.

After ending the call, I hesitated for a second before suggesting, “You should go now. I’ll handle it from

here.”

With that, I reached out to take the bowl in his hand, but he held it in a vice-like grip. Bewildered, I

widened my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he was playing at.

However, he behaved as though nothing was wrong and declared, “We’ll go together once we’re done

here. Rachel is here because of the Lavelian Village project. Since you’re the person-in-charge, you’re

required to participate.”

I pressed my lips together tightly in response to his tyrannical behavior. Rachel’s obviously not here to

discuss the project with him. Is he stupid or what?

With that, he took his time with the dishes, seemingly unbothered about the fact that Rachel was

currently waiting outside. After he was done, he scanned me from head to toe at a disturbingly languid

pace before asking, “Do you need to have a change of clothes before heading over?”

Caught off guard, I glanced down at my clothes, realizing that they were rather casual. I had randomly

thrown on some clothes after waking up in the morning, not to mention my hair was pulled into a messy

ponytail and my face was completely bare.

But I was only going next door and not some faraway place, so I gave him an adamant shake of my

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head. “No.”

It’s clear that I’m going there to be a third wheel, so why should I dress up?

His brows scrunched together, but he didn’t insist. “Let’s go then.”

Nora and Armond were talking in the yard. People who were in love seemed to like spending every

second of their day together.

After informing them where we were going, Ashton and I left the yard. The moment we stepped past the

gate, we saw Rachel standing outside the villa next door.

There was a red Cadillac was parked beside her. Dressed in a white dress with exquisite makeup on her

face, her long hair cascaded down her back in an alluring manner, making her look every bit the muse

that incited a man’s wildest desires.

Rachel spotted us the same time we did her. Surprise flashed across her face, but it vanished as soon as

it came and she regained her composure.

Directing her gaze at Ashton, she plastered a tender smile on her face and greeted, “Mr. Fuller!”

Ashton nodded, then looked at me and jerked his chin. “Open the gate.”

Mystified, my brows knitted into a deep frown. “But I don’t know your password.” How the hell would I

know the password to his house?

“It’s your birthday,” he replied calmly.

Sensing the withering stare Rachel was aiming at me, I couldn’t help but feel that Ashton was purposely

making my life difficult.

Exasperated, I raised my hand to enter my birth date. When the gate beeped open, Ashton shot Rachel

a fleeting glance and said flatly, “Go on in.”

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