When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1612

I could tell he wasn’t kidding as he was breathing heavily, but I was in such a good mood that I wasn’t afraid to tease him. “So what? It’s not like you’re going to do it here in the…”

Before I could even finish my sentence, Ashton had lunged forward and placed both hands on my seat’s armrest, trapping me within his arms in an instant.

I didn’t think he was seriously going to do it and began to panic when I saw him moving closer with a mischievous grin on his face. “Hey, calm down! We’re in a parking lot!”

However, Ashton showed no intentions of stopping and simply pushed my seat all the way back so I was lying flat on my back, putting us both in a much more intimate position.

I could clearly hear the passers-by egging us on, but that only seemed to make him even bolder.

“Stop it! There are journalists around!” I protested while pushing at Ashton’s shoulders.

Oh, sh*t… This is bad… Ashton didn’t get enough action in the bedroom earlier and is serious about doing it right here in the car! I don’t know how I’d face my kids if those journalists catch us on camera! I have to figure something out fast because he knows all of my weak spots and will quickly have me under his control…

Eventually, I decided to compromise and said, “Let’s head back to our bedroom. It won’t take long.”

Seeing no response from Ashton, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek as I added, “You can do anything you want to me once we get back to the bedroom.”

With a gleeful smirk on his face, Ashton immediately let go of me and got out of the car.

I tidied up my clothes before following suit.

It was a ten-minute walk back to the mansion, but we arrived in less than five. Ashton then had his way with me throughout the night and only let go of me at dawn.

Unable to suppress my curiosity any longer, I let go of Ashton’s hand and stepped forward to snatch the magazine over from John.

After taking a good look at the photos of us in the van and the suggestive headlines, I felt so embarrassed that I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me whole.

In order to make it sound even more convincing, the articles even mentioned a previous incident where an idol had sex with his fan in a van.

“W-Which press company is responsible for this? How could they invade our privacy like this?” I stamped my feet in anger and frustration.

“So it is true, then? Wow, I didn’t expect you guys to do such a thing at your age!” John’s words simply added fuel to the flame.

I couldn’t even tell if my face was red from anger or embarrassment, and I found myself unable to argue with him at all.