When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317

So I would have to wait for a decade before I can understand where she was coming from? I smiled. “I can’t do anything about the White family’s matter if that’s your goal. Louis might be my godfather, but I can’t call any shots, since Mr. Bauman’s the one who came up with the idea. You don’t have to panic if the death of the White family has nothing to do with you. Just lay low for the time being, and you can go back to being the chairperson of White corporation.”

She narrowed her eyes, and her face fell. “So that’s a no then?”

I shrugged. “I have my own way of dealing with Cameron, but thanks for the offer, Ms. Fuller.”

With that, I went to the bedroom. Sally followed after me. “Don’t be in a hurry to refuse, Scarlett. I know you have your ways, and my info on Cameron won’t be of use to you. But think about this, if Rebecca keeps getting in between you and Ashton, what will happen to your marriage?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head. “So, I take it that you’re going to ruin my marriage using Rebecca?”

She pursed her lips, looking upset. “There’s no need for us to be enemies. You’re underestimating the help that I can give you.”

I felt like laughing, but I held it in. “Ms. Fuller, the most I can do is stay out of your way, and I ask you to stay out of mine. I can’t help you, and I know I can handle my own business well. Let’s just keep this up.”

My belly throbbed when I came into the bedroom. It was making me uncomfortable, so I went

into the bathroom and found out that it was the special time of the month. Ever since the miscarriage, there would be lochia and black blood. It hadn’t been normal for months, but that

finally ended.

Finally, something good. I was sitting on the bedroom’s sofa watching TV when Ashton came back. Feeling cold, I wrapped myself with a blanket.

His hair was wet, and he was holding a bunch of flowers. When he saw me on the sofa scrolling my phone, Ashton came over to adjust my blanket. “Why are you still up? Were you waiting for

me?”

I sat up. The lethargy was catching up to me, and my waist was sore. “Yep,” I said calmly.

He placed the flowers in the vase and caressed my face. Since I’ve been feeling toasty for a while, his hands felt cool to me.

“Why were you waiting for me?” He pulled me into his embrace and smiled. I could feel his stubble rubbing against me, and it was prickly.

I looked at the flowers he bought. The packaging and the state of the flowers alone were enough to tell me it screamed of money. He handed the flowers to me and smiled. “See if it smells nice.”