When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 773

I shrugged, my gaze sweeping over the many skincare products lined up on the dressing table. “I’m getting old. If it weren’t for these, I’d have turned into a hag a long time ago. You wouldn’t want to bang a wrinkly lady, right?”

He squinted at the products, raising a curious eyebrow. A charming smirk grew on his face as he slowly approached me.

Sensing his strange actions, I stared at him suspiciously out of the corner of my eye. “What are you doing?”

He picked up one of the bottles of lotion, skimmed over the instructions, and then glanced at me. “I’ll help you put this on.”

I…

That was the lotion that Nora had gifted me. Her old folks claimed that our relationship would improve with this. Despite the expensive price tag, she thought we had to catch up with the trend and try it.

He squeezed some lotion out onto his palm, pulling me into his arms once more. “You can leave these sorts of things up to me in the future, Mrs. Fuller.”

Panicking, I grabbed onto his wrist. “What are you doing, Ashton?”

“I’m helping you put lotion on.” His smile was disarmingly handsome, and one of his hands was already starting to slip under my negligee.

“Don’t rush your decision to withdraw from the Lavelian Village project, alright?” I frantically changed the topic. “Hopefully, this will all pass and everything will get better soon. Besides, hasn’t Fuller Corporation lost some of its AI technology recently? Even if you try to withdraw now and find another company to collaborate with, you’ll still face the same problems. The employees from both corporations are finally starting to get along and cooperate with each other well, too.”

My little rant didn’t distract him at all. I bit on my lower lip, suppressing the heat building within me as I asked, “Did something happen today?”

Ashton seemed stubborn in not talking about the subject anymore, but he finally replied, “Just the project.”

I knew it. The project’s condition was still unstable, after all. Pushing him away, I crawled back into bed and hid under the covers. “I’m sleeping!”

“You little vixen,” he laughed wryly. “It’s as if Mr. Murphy is your husband instead of me. You’re just trying to twist my arm at this point.”

“I get a large portion of the profits if I stay with Murphy Corporation,” I argued from under the covers. “I wouldn’t get anything if I worked at Fuller Corporation.”

He sighed, getting under the covers and wrapping me in his arms. “Can’t I just give you however much money you want?”

“It’s different! I want to earn my own income.” I squirmed in his embrace.