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When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 533

Grown-ups were conditioned to mask all crumbles and rumbles with insouciance.

When I got back to the bedroom, I went on with my routine—I took a shower, brushed my teeth, blew my hair, and went to bed.

However, I was just tossing and turning.

This very night, Ashton didn’t come to bed.

Both of us had our own emotions to deal with. To talk it out would only cut deeper into our wounds.

As I finally started to zone out a bit in the wee hours of the night, a man opened the door. “Scarlett.” In a deep soft tone, he called out my name.

He walked up to my bedside and murmured my name a few more times but eventually stopped. I wasn’t responding

“I’m sorry.” His voice whispered contrition.

I couldn’t be bothered, and let my self sink deep into my sleep.

By the time I batted my eyelids open, it was already late afternoon.

I got up and went down to Summer’s bedroom. That was when I saw a middle-aged lady in the living room.

Her name was Flora, the new caregiver Ashton hired. She greeted me affably and went back to her task.

Ashton had hired her to take care of Summer.

Summer had gotten much better, and was playing with Snowfluff in the yard.

Seeing this sight, I decided to let it be, and just as I started to head back to my room, Flora called out. “Madam, lunch is ready. Would you like me to send it to your room?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right down.” And I trod back to my room.

After freshening up, I sat at my dresser, and only then did I notice how long my hair had grown. It was around my waist now.

Back in university, I’d always preferred to have it cropped to my shoulders. Macy once made a joke about it, saying that I could use my short hair to turn down love confessions. All I had to do was tell the person to wait till my hair grew to my waist and never let that happen.

The guy would get the message sooner or later.

I chuckled from the thought of the past. What might seem silly for that instance had turned into a heart-warming memory that could be savored forever.

Serendipity worked in its own peculiar ways. No matter the twists and turns our lives took, what was yours would always fall into your hands. On the contrary, despite persistent efforts, you’d eventually lose what was meant for someone else.

Tap, tap, tap… That must be Flora.

I turned around while braiding my hair. To my surprise, it wasn’t her but Ashton.

Slowly, I swiveled back, and everything went half the pace.

Didn’t we quarrel last night?

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