When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I knew very well that getting him to stay was impossible, but I still wanted to try my luck. Leveling my gaze with his, I announced, “I agree to a divorce, but I have my conditions. Stay here tonight and accompany me throughout Grandpa’s funeral. I’ll sign the divorce papers as soon as it ends.”

His gaze narrowed. His dark orbs brimmed with ridicule and his mouth twitched slightly. “Please me.” He released my chin and leaned forward to whisper against my ear, “All talk and no action will get you nowhere, Scarlett.”

His voice was icy with a hint of provocation. I knew what he meant, so I snaked my arms around his waist as I leaned my face close to his. I probably looked comical due to the height difference between us.

I didn’t know how to feel about it; I had used such a despicable method to force the person I liked to stay with me.Pathetic, perhaps.

Following my instincts, I was about to slide my hand downwards when I was suddenly grabbed by him. I snapped my head up and was met with his dark and impenetrable eyes. “That’s enough.”

His flat voice stunned me for a moment as I tried but failed to comprehend his words. He then took his grey pajamas from the bed and put them on in a few elegant motions.

I was dumbfounded for a while before I eventually recovered from my shock.Is he... staying?

To my utter misfortune, before I could even feel happy about my accomplishment, a woman’s voice sounded outside the window amidst the pitter-patter of the rain. “Ashton...”

While I was still in shock, Ashton had already reacted. He walked toward the balcony in large strides and looked out. Then, with a gloomy expression, he picked up his coat and left the bedroom.

Rebecca was standing in the rain below the balcony. The cold droplets had already drenched her thin dress completely by then. The beautiful woman was already frail, and she looked increasingly pitiful as she persevered in the rain.

Draping the coat that he had broughtwith him over her shoulders, Ashton was about to chide Rebecca. In spite of that, she hugged him tightly and sobbed in his arms.

As the scene unfolded, a sudden realization dawned upon me. I finally understood why my two-year marriage with Ashton couldn’t compare to a single phone call from Rebecca.

Ashton led Rebecca into the villa with his arm around her. I stood at the top of the stairs when he brought her up, blocking their way just as I scanned their soaked clothes.

“Get out of the way!” Ashton snapped in disgust.