When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1669

Ashton caught the towel as it was falling and dried my hair with it. I then picked up the spoon and fed myself the rest of the soup, gulping it down eagerly although I was not hungry at all.

Then he switched on the hairdryer and started blow-drying my hair, holding my hair with one hand while carefully maneuvering the hairdryer with the other. His reflection in the mirror seemed to show that he was completely immersed in the activity and thoroughly enjoying himself.

I continued drinking the soup till I simply could not take another spoonful. As I lowered the flask, I peered at his reflection again, only to see that he was now smiling stupidly to himself, the way people do when they were secretly pleased about something.

Looking at him, I could not help but feel that God was indeed unfair when he created this man. Somehow, that smile did not make him look goofy or silly in the least. Instead, it only made him seem more attractive and irresistible than ever.

A faint hint of jealousy rose unwittingly to the surface of my heart. Slamming the flask onto the desk, I glared at his reflection with narrowed eyes, asking in a dark tone, “What are you smiling about?”

Ever since the wedding incident, I felt as if I had gained a fuller understanding of Ashton’s character.

At the moment, things like women, power, or expanding his business domain hardly mattered to him; the only thing he cared about was making sure his wife and children were happy.

Today, he could be secretly prepping for a wedding, but tomorrow, he would be taking up the role of the competent househusband instead. There was simply no way to tell what crazy idea he would try to pull off next.

Glancing at the mirror, Ashton furrowed his brow slightly, but his lips remained curled upward. “Was I smiling?”

“Look at yourself!” I pointed at the corners of his lips in the mirror exasperatedly. “You can’t even suppress it anymore! Come on, just spill it. What are you hiding from me?”

He chuckled in response, spreading out his hands helplessly. “I swear, I really wasn’t.”

Then he turned off the hairdryer and put it aside. Combing my half-dried hair with his fingers, he went on, “I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I was just happy to see you. Maybe this is simply such a peaceful moment that the thought of masking my emotions didn’t even cross my mind.”

“Really?” I cocked an eyebrow, testing him. “You’re not just saying that, are you? Haven’t you heard of the seven-year itch before? People say the love between couples dies as time goes by. We’ve been together for so many years. Are you sure you aren’t sick of me yet?”

Without answering, Ashton merely turned on the hairdryer again but to a lower temperature this time. Shivering as the cool wind blasted into my collar, I immediately turned around to glare at him. “Hey, you weren’t supposed to take that personally!”