When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1522

“Aren’t we going home?” I asked.

“No.” Ashton elaborated with a neutral expression, “Let Summer and Audrey shop for new clothes. Children enjoy the process of selecting clothes in malls.”

Finding his words reasonable, I didn’t object and went to the mall with them.

Audrey was the happiest one. As soon as we entered a high-end clothing store, she tugged John along with her and expertly maneuvered her way to the princess section, wanting to try on every dress there.

Ashton followed behind silently and explained in a justified manner, “I just don’t trust John’s fashion sense.”

He’s obviously jealous.

No one exposed him despite it being clear as day. With knowing smiles on our faces, we watched the three of them walk further in.

Come to think of it, I was quite rusty in selecting clothes. Being brought her so abruptly and without Ashton by my side, I lost my confidence. The last time I picked clothes for Summer was six years ago, and a lot could change in that amount of time. Would my taste still suit hers?

While I was doubting myself, someone linked arms with me. Turning around, I saw that it was Summer. As she leaned against me affectionately, she set her sights on the women’s clothing section a distance away. “Mommy, let’s go over there. I saw something I like.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over arm in arm.

Meanwhile, Jared and Joseph watched us from afar. At first glance, one would think that they were mannequins. Hence, the two of them drew quite a lot of attention.

Summer had good taste. The two outfits she casually threw on accentuated the vibrancy of a girl her age.

While waiting for her to try more clothes, I tried choosing a modest one for her.

Right then, I noticed that Gregory was in low spirits.

I speculated that he was probably upset because he felt left out, so I asked gently, “Gregory, boys must be more tolerant when it comes to girls. Once your sister is done, I’ll accompany you to buy some clothes, okay?”

Gregory’s face showed no emotion when he raised his gaze to me and shook his head. “It’s okay, Mommy. My clothes are custom-made and will be regularly delivered to our house. My wardrobe is already full of clothes. I don’t need new ones.”