When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 446

Those who recognized Ashton started taking photos with their phone.

I looked him in the eyes with my face flushed red. “It’s your fault that others are staring at us!”

Smiling, he cradled me in his arms. “I’m sorry.”

Just then, a black Maybach pulled over by the street. Joseph alighted from the car and approached Ashton after showing me the way to the car.

After Ashton whispered something in Joseph’s ear, he joined me in the car. He looked at me and asked, “Do you have any particular cravings?”

By the time I returned to my senses, I noticed we had been there for a few hours.

“Anything will do.”

J City had gone through drastic changes within four years.

In the end, we went to a nearby restaurant that he had always frequented.

We were seated on the roof of a skyscraper in the middle of the city overlooking the entire cityscape.

Before we could place our order, we encountered a close acquaintance of ours; to be precise, a close acquaintance of Ashton.

Nancy, the renowned celebrity, had put on her best fit and dolled herself up ostentatiously. She became the center of attention the moment she showed up from afar.

When she saw me, her smile froze, seemingly thinking about something.

The odd expression merely lasted for a few seconds, however, and she greeted Ashton courteously, “What a surprise! I thought you were busy with your work, who knew you’d be here meeting with a friend.”

“Are you here alone?” Ashton asked flatly.

“I’m here with a friend to talk about HiTech’s promotional clip. I need to find myself a suitable photographer for the job.”

Ashton nodded and said, “If that’s the case, you should get going then.”

Hearing that, Nancy was rendered speechless with an awkward look on her face. She looked at me and asked politely, “Aren’t you going to introduce us to one another?”

“She’s my wife, Scarlett Stovall.” After he introduced me to Nancy, he pointed in her direction while looking at me. “She’s an artiste under the management of Fuller Media.”

I could hear Nancy’s heart breaking into pieces by Ashton’s indifferent introduction. Her emotions were written all over her face with a rigid smile, but as a veteran artist in showbiz, she initiated a handshake.

“Hello, Ms. Stovall. My name is Nancy Goldstein. Please feel free to address me as Nancy.”

I returned the favor and nodded with a smile, introducing myself, “Hello, Nancy. Ashton and I used to be husband and wife.”

Shocked by my remark, she stared at me openmouthed. “Used to be? Does that mean you’re no longer Mr. Fuller’s spouse?”

I nodded and said, “It has been four years since our divorce.”