When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

With a frown, Jared stared straight into my eyes with his obsidian deep-set ones. He was contemplating whether I was being truthful.

I did not fret. I sat quietly as he tried to gauge me.

Hilal

After some time, he finally spoke. “Sure.”

“Thank you, Dr. Crest.” It was always a pleasure to deal with smart people. Just throw them a look and they would have gotten the gist of it.

After the waiter had served our food, he shot a glance at me again. “Has Ms. Stovall always downplayed your brilliance this way?”

I chuckled at his remark. “Oh, you flatter me. It’s just a small trick to protect myself. Besides, Ashton and I are really not meant for each other anyway. This is a really bad time to have the baby.”

He had a few bites, seemingly pleased with my answer. “When do you plan to leave?”

I was taken aback and locked eyes with him. My plan was to deal with the baby and divorce Ashton. As for leaving J City, I really had no inkling as to where I should be headed at the moment.

He had even gotten the last step of my plan correct.

I paused for a moment, putting down the utensils in my hands. “Maybe in two months’ time. I haven’t decided on the place.”

“Why don’t you consider Q City? I think you’d fit in perfectly there.” He put down his utensils and wiped the corners of his mouth. Maybe he was done eating.

JUNI

I actually found Q City to be a good suggestion and nodded. “Yes, maybe I should consider that.” Even though Q City was modest in comparison with J City, the pace of life there was slower. If I were to choose someplace where I would spend the rest of my life, Q City was actually a viable option.

I was supposed to foot the bill but he was one step ahead of me. We walked out of the restaurant together and I said, “I owe you one. It’s going to be my treat next time!”

“Well, I hope you would treat me at Q City then.”

I was at a loss for words and merely smiled.

It was getting late and I should be heading home. He suddenly asked when he reached his car, “So the surgery has been scheduled?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” I turned around and replied.

Why dwell on the course of our actions if the decision has already been made?

“Does Ashton know?”

“No, and I don’t intend to let him know about it anyway.”

He frowned, albeit making no comment.

After I started my car, I noticed that he was in a daze right beside his own car. I figured it was best not to comment about it. I drove back to the villa right after.

It was a ten-minute drive. I parked the car downstairs and did not get off as I took the divorce papers that Stacey handed over to me.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. I thought that I would only sign the divorce papers should Ashton ever put a knife to my neck. Never would I have imagined that one day I would willingly sign and hand this over to him.

Ashton had always been liberal with the terms in the event of a divorce. He had promised me the villa and the yearly dividends from the Fuller Corporation shares.