When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 750

The yard in the villa was equipped with a pavilion. It was a perfect place for having a conversation when the weather was nice.

Ashton was leading us to the pavilion. Then, he ordered me, “There are some fruits in the fridge. Prepare some fruits and brew us tea.”

With my brows knitted, I pointed at myself while asking in disbelief, “Me?”

The man raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Of course, I have a problem with that! Aren’t I here to discuss the project? What, now I’m your errand girl?

Just then, Rachel put the lunch box down and said smilingly, “Mr. Fuller, let me do it so Ms. Stovall can get some rest. You should eat first; see if the food I brought you suits your liking.”

“It’s fine. Let her do it. She knows the place better.” Ashton cast his gaze at me as he spoke.

Hearing that, my eyes widened. What is he talking about? I know the place better? I have never come to his house since he moved here!

Meanwhile, Rachel’s smile stiffened.

I thought Ashton must have said that on purpose so that he could order me around. Reluctant to waste my breath on him, I made my way to the house.

Standing in front of the door, I turned to look at the man sitting in the pavilion and waited for him to tell me the password.

Having developed a good rapport over the years, Ashton raised his brow and answered my unasked question, “Our daughter’s birthday.”

Hearing that, my heart was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

The door unlocked as I keyed in Summer’s birthday.

The villa was relatively moderate in size, which was about 3200 square feet. Yet, it was definitely a large house in the eyes of the common folks.

Still, the villa was way smaller than all those previous properties that Ashton bought.

Nevertheless, this was the villa that had the homiest and cosiest atmosphere amongst the rest. Instead of having a black-and-white interior decoration style, the villa was painted in light yellow.

The usual leather furniture was replaced by warm-color fabric furniture. Summer and my pictures were everywhere in the living room, many of which I had no idea when Ashton took them.

Some were pictures of Summer and her father, which were probably taken after I left K City. Apart from that, there were also pictures featuring the three of us.

Many of them were pictures of Ashton and me sending Summer to school, taken by someone else.

The sight of those pictures brought a bittersweet feeling to my heart.

My eyes prickled with tears as I retrieved my gaze. Soon, I wiped off the tears that escaped my eyes without me realizing it.