When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 501

My hand felt warm in his. Looking over at the bags placed by the side, I said somewhat awkwardly, “It’s just a few pieces of clothing.”

Emery chuckled jovially. “And a pair of shoes for me,” she added.

Emery took a few tentative steps, then turned to me and marveled, “These shoes are fantastic! Much better than high heels.”

I smiled at her.

Ashton looked at me and raised an eyebrow. His grip on my hand tightened somewhat as he picked up the bags from the floor and pulled me along with him.

“Hey Ashton, are you blind? There are some more bags here,” Emery yelled after us. She was seething.

Ashton said nothing. Paying no heed to Emery’s indignant cries, he dragged me headlong towards the mall’s exit.

I stopped short in my tracks. “We left some bags behind?”

Ashton furrowed his brow. His gaze settled on something beyond me.

I turned to see Hunter Zane striding towards us. Recognition dawned on me, and I followed Ashton obediently.

Ashton had parked his car just outside the mall. It was a black McLaren sports car and looked tremendously flashy.

“Why did you choose this car today?” The car was impressive, but I had rarely seen him driving it.

We placed our bags in the trunk. I noticed that they were all the items that Emery had picked out for me. How did Ashton know that?

“I just randomly chose this one,” Ashton answered shortly. He pulled me into the car. “What would you like to eat?”

I suddenly recalled the incident with Joe in the mall and exclaimed, “Mr. Quinn wants to have dinner with us!”

Ashton bit his lip, his eyes darkening.

“OK,” he replied briefly, while fastening my seatbelt.

Emery and Hunter had followed behind. Emery called to us from afar, “Scarlett, I’ll be enjoying a candlelight dinner with my husband tonight. I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you. Thanks for the shoes though, I absolutely adore them! I’ll treat you to a good meal next time.”

I smiled at her and waved goodbye. Ashton had secured my seatbelt, then abruptly bit me on the chin.

I cried out in pain and looked at him in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve never given me anything!” Ashton retorted hotly. At that moment, he sounded rather pitiful.

Seeing his forlorn look, I couldn’t help but give in. “I’ll buy something for you another day, OK? Is there anything you like in particular?”

Ashton grinned. “I’ll be happy with anything as long as it’s from you.”

What?

The wise person who said that men are just like children must be a woman! Who else would be able to come up with such an accurate observation?

Joe had made dinner reservations under his name at a private room in a restaurant specializing in pasta dishes.