When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352

He stopped and gazed at me with sadness and vexation. “Letty, no matter what you plan on doing, I’ll support you all the way. I just hope that you don’t end up with regrets. Life is too short and you should write your own story. It’s not wrong to seek revenge, but I hope that you can spend your remaining days happily. I hope to see you carefree and enjoying the sights of this beautiful world. You should also treasure the people you love, and who love you!”

I was momentarily stupefied. I never would have expected such words to have come from him. I stared at him and wondered if he was still the same John that I knew and loved.

I mulled over his words and understood where he was coming from. He had been trapped by hatred and only managed to escape after hurting many people.

I initially thought that I would never see him again. I was extremely surprised when I bumped into him at A City.

He was different now. I don’t know what he went through the last few years, but I had a sense that he had learned to let go. He was a more accepting person now.

When I didn’t respond, he smiled and said, “Don’t look at me like that. I might assume that you’ve fallen in love with me.”

I was speechless and rolled my eyes at him. “I just can’t let this go. If I don’t do it at the banquet, I might never have the chance to do it again.”

I needed to wait for the White family for at least a year. If Marcus was gone, my chances of taking advantage of the White Corporation were practically zero. The banquet seemed like my only chance.

He looked at me for a second before nodding. “Fine. I’ll help you with whatever you need!”

As I looked at him, warmth crept into my heart. I beamed and exclaimed, “Thank you, John!”

It seemed as though he had been selflessly helping me from the beginning. Without him, I would never be able to lay a hand on Cameron.

He pulled a face and sneered, “Those are just words. How about you thank me with something tangible?”

I laughed and said, “Can I treat you to a meal?”

“Just one meal?”

“As many as you want!”

“Deal!”

At the style company, we glanced through some gowns and custom jewelry. I didn’t know much

about fashion. Thus, I could only rely on the stylist’s expertise.

“Your dark eye circles are too serious!” John announced as he instructed the makeup artist to apply a thicker layer of product on my face.

The makeup artist studied my face and said, “Ms. Stovall is naturally beautiful. It’s a pity that she seems rather sickly. A regular makeup look will be fine. She has a high nose bridge and large eyes. If I apply too thick a layer of makeup, she will look too cold and unapproachable.”