When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 468

I sighed. Wouldn’t that be nice? But John was family to me after all.

“Hannah is a really good woman,” I said. “Once John loses her, it’ll be forever.”

Leaning his head on my shoulder, Ashton said moodily, “What can you do then?”

“If Uncle Louis finds out, perhaps he could let Hannah into the Stovall family.” John had always been respectful to Uncle Louis.

He lifted his head to stare at me thoughtfully. “You’ve investigated Hannah’s past?”

I frowned, confused about his question. “Even if her background’s inferior, Uncle Louis isn’t one to be bothered about it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acknowledged me publicly and entered me into the Stovall’s family register.”

He raised his brows and said, “Louis may not care about the girl’s family background, but he’ll care about her personal experiences. These past thirty years, you’ve had a clean record being the Moore family’s daughter, my wife, and a graduate. These could make Louis accept you, but Hannah doesn’t have those.”

“Even though she didn’t graduate college nor marry into a wealthy family, she’s elegant and dignified. That alone will satisfy Uncle Louis.”

Holding me, he smiled weakly. “Things aren’t always as simple as it seems, Scarlett.”

Out of nowhere, Summer ran over and insisted that Ashton play with her. Unable to decline her, they left alongside each other.

I remained seated in the chair, uncertain what sort of past Hannah had that could make Uncle Louis unable to accept her.

In the evening, at the villa’s entrance, John stared deeply at me and said, “Since you’re back to K City, you should take Summer home. After all, you and Mr. Fuller are divorced. The longer you stay here, the more tongues will wag.”

I blanked out slightly. Deep inside, I knew he was unwilling to see me and Ashton living together without clearing up our situation.

Ashton didn’t say a word as he sent them off politely.

Having played for an entire day, Summer was exhausted and fell asleep right on the living room floor.

I was then backed into the doorframe and caged in by him. “Four years ago, I didn’t sign the divorce agreement. We’re still lawfully married. Is it not okay for a married couple to live under the same roof?”

Looking at his willful appearance, I burst out laughing. Tilting my head, I said, “It’s fine, that’s why I’m staying.”

He smiled softly, his eyes reflecting his happiness. Had it not been for Summer waking up groggily in the living room, he probably would’ve been unable to restrain himself.

Fall in K City was occasionally gloomy and uncertain.