When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 575

At noon, Ashton called, “Have you taken your lunch?”

It seemed he had placed a lot of attention on the mundane details of my life now. It was quite unusual of him to behave like this.

I lay on the couch and nodded, “Yeah. I’m a little bored because I’m alone at home.”

He chuckled, “Do you want to come and pick me up from work then?”

I froze for a moment and instantly took up his offer, “Okay!”

I could imagine the smile on his face upon knowing how spirited I was.

After a short pause, he said in a serious voice, “Are you not going to ask me if I’ve taken my lunch?”

I was a little tongue-tied at first. “So… have you eaten?”

“Yes. Grilled eggplant. I’ll make this for you tonight.”

Grandma once said, teenagers are often abashed when they’re in love, while those in their mid-twenties would be more romantic and crazier in love. As for people aged thirty and above, love is basically dead.

But I beg to differ. Love after the age of thirty might not be intense or passionate but will subtly reside in our hearts.

The older we get, the more we appreciate such subtlety. And the love we have for our partners would evolve to become an integral part of our lives.

At this point in life, what matters most is that we enjoy each other’s companionship, and, God willing, we get to spend the rest of our lives together.

I ended the call after having a chat with Ashton. Since I had nothing to do at the Fuller Corporation, I thought I might take my own sweet time going to his office later in the afternoon.

After lazing around the villa and taking a nap in the afternoon, I noticed the sky had turned dark.

I took a glance at the watch and realized it was already 8 p.m. I immediately bounced out of bed, checked my phone, and saw a few missed calls Ashton made around 5 p.m.

When I was about to leave the villa, I saw a note on the table and froze for a bit.

Apparently, Ashton had already come home on his own. Something urgent cropped up, so he went out again to meet Joe.

In the note, he reminded me to eat my dinner. Upon seeing the blanket on the couch, I could not help but slap my forehead with my palm. What is wrong with me? Why did I sleep so much?

I walked back to the couch and gave him a call.

“Taken your dinner?” the man asked in a deep voice.

I paused for a bit, took a glance at the dishes on the table, and replied frankly, “I’m still not hungry. Where are you?”