When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1792

“Hey, Scarlett?” Emery suddenly blurted.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Thank you.”

I felt I didn’t deserve her gratitude because I didn’t confront Summer for her. I just wanted what was best for Summer. “That’s unnecessary. Unlike Alexander, I can’t be deceived by your sweet gestures!” I joked.

“Haha! Maybe you should learn a few tricks from me. That way, you can deceive Nathaniel and get him to be more invested in you!” Emery started joking around as well.

“He’s already all over me!” I paused and continued, “However, I haven’t heard from him since yesterday. I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Be patient. He’ll surely come back for you. All we have to do now is wait,” Emery said convincingly.

“All right, I’ll wait. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” I asked as I gazed at the full cart of groceries.

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes, I am,” I answered firmly.

“Well, okay! I’ll see you later.”

I had prepared a variety of dishes for dinner. The kids were being supportive as well by eating more than usual.

Since Emery was around, Audrey didn’t mention anything about Summer.

For the first time in so long, the atmosphere in the house was lively and warm again.

Late that night, the strong winter wind was blowing, slamming the windows every minute. I felt incredibly troubled and was unable to sleep at all. I got up with my blanket wrapped around me and sat by the window.

There was still a tiny flame in the fireplace. The wind blew the embers onto the nearby rug and turned to ash.

Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate.

I wondered who could be texting me at that late hour. Could it be Ashton?

Part of me was hoping it was him who texted. I got up quickly and fetched my phone.

Instantly, he replied: That’s good then.

As I stared at his reply, sorrow engulfed me. With the social status and fortune I had, I wouldn’t want to lose the humane side of me.

Perhaps he had his reasons for doing so. But I was just grateful that I wasn’t that close to him.

Nevertheless, compassion was a must-have.

The next day, at eight-thirty in the morning, I was already waiting in the car at the entrance of Silverwood Court.

Ashton’s car showed up fifteen minutes later. I waited for him to approach the entrance of the residence before driving toward him at top speed. I stopped my car right in front of him.

Before he could react, I opened the door on the passenger side and got in his car. After that, I fastened my seat belt immediately.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Ashton yelled at me with annoyance.

“Whatever you’re going to do, I’m doing it as well. Just drive the car. I won’t cause you any trouble.” Then, I leaned back and showed no intention of getting out.