When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 749

When he didn’t speak, I peeked at him in surprise, but his eyes were hooded and I couldn’t discern any emotion in them.

Unable to help myself, I blurted, “Didn’t you come here to look for Armond? Aren’t you going to talk to him?”

Without sparing a glance at me, his slender fingers moved across the porcelain bowls as he expertly washed the dishes.

“There’s no rush.” He only gave me three simple words in return.

The atmosphere became quiet all of a sudden and I felt slightly at a loss.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke through the uncomfortable silence. It was coming from his phone.

He didn’t answer it, but turned his emotionless eyes to me for some reason.

I stiffened and asked confusedly, “What is it?”

“My hands are wet. I’ll have to trouble you,” he replied.

At first, I couldn’t grasp his meaning. Later on, I realized that his phone was in his trouser pocket and both his hands were covered with soap.

Coincidently, I had just wiped my hands dry, so technically, it was convenient for me to take his phone. But…

The corners of my eyes twitched as I fell into a dilemma. “Mr. Fuller, I think that’s rather inappropriate.”

He cocked a brow at me. “And why exactly would that be inappropriate?”

A woman such as myself reaching into his trouser pocket to grab his phone? How isn’t that inappropriate?

He looked at me with a serious yet clear eyes. If I made a big deal out of it, it would seem like I was the one having dirty thoughts instead.

The beautiful piano melody kept playing, as though the caller was anxious.

Ashton was still frozen in the same posture as he waited for me to answer his phone for him.

I exhaled sharply and shoved my hand into his trouser pocket. After taking his phone out, I handed it to him with slightly flushed cheeks. “Here!”

He raised his brows at me and motioned at his soap-covered hands with his eyes. His meaning couldn’t be any clearer—he couldn’t pick up the call in his state and I had to do it for him.

Clenching my jaw, I turned the phone screen to face me and swiped to answer the call, catching sight of the caller ID in the process—it was Rachel.

“Put it on speaker,” Ashton instructed while staring at me with a particularly intense gaze.

I did as I was told, tapping on the speaker icon before bringing the phone to his ear. Due to the height difference, I had to stand on my tippy toes and get closer.

He lowered his eyes to look at me, but didn’t comment. Soon, Rachel’s gentle voice drifted over the other end of the line. “Mr. Fuller, are you home?”

“Yes. What is it?” This man was stingy with his words as always.