When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Ashton grabbed onto me as he finished.

Rage boiled within me as I frowned in pain. I pulled his hand out, glaring at him. “Well, if it’s nothing but an inn to you, feel free to never come back. Sign the divorce papers and we’ll never see each other again!”

Suddenly, he bit me on the shoulder, causing me to hiss in pain. My tears were on the verge of spilling out

“Oh? So you’re going to stay far away from me now that you’ve gotten the money, the house, and the shares?” Ashton glared at me and let out a cold laugh. “Your love sure is cheap, Scarlett. To think you’re taking it all back so easily.”

My head began to hurt seeing how intoxicated he was. What was I doing, trying to reason with a drunkard?

Suppressing my anger, I softened my tone and held his face. “It’s getting late, Ashton. Let’s go home okay?”

Ashton stopped talking. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch, but still held on to me.

Not knowing what he wanted, I paused briefly before suggesting, “If you don’t want to come home with me, I’ll ask Rebecca to pick you up, okay?”

He didn’t want to return to the villa anyway, I assumed he had been staying with Rebecca all this while. Refusing to let him disrupt Macy’s business, I grabbed my purse and took out my phone, ready to give Rebecca a call.

Yet, Ashton snatched my phone before I could even dial Rebecca’s number.

Crash! He tossed my phone far away.

I froze in shock before turning to him. “What the hell do you want, Ashton?”

He didn’t want to leave with me, yet he refused to let someone else pick him up. Did he intend to die here on his own?

“Let’s go home,” the man spat out coldly as he carried me and began to stagger out of the room.

I was utterly frighuened. With a child inside of me, I wouldn’t even have a chance to regret it if he were to accidentally drop me.

Ilolding onto him tightly. I dared not speak too sternly. “You’re drunk. Ashton. Put me down. can walk on my own! I just had surgery, so it’d be bad if I slipped.”

Ashton suddenly stilled in place brfore gazing at me with his pitch-black eyes. “Was it to get back

at me?”

I froze, not knowing what he was talking about. “Of course not,” I answered while shaking my head. “I love you so much; why would I want to get back at you? Put me down and let’s go home, okay?”

God! A drunk man was no different from a child.