When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 850

I couldn’t help but look over at the silent Ashton. “It’s getting late. Shall we head home?” I asked.

Ashton gave a curt nod as he stood up to drag me away by arm.

“I go out of my way to invite you here, and you’re leaving before you’ve even finished your meal?” John said with obvious displeasure.

“We’re going back to take care of our kid. I’m sure she must be starting to get lonely by now!” Ashton said with a smile on his face.

John glanced between Ashton and me but decided to hold his tongue. “Fine, fine. You two can stop making a show of it and go back,” he finally uttered exasperatedly.

We didn’t wait for him to change his mind and left immediately. I helped Ashton to the passenger seat as he was in no condition to drive after the drinks that he had. After that, I sat in the driver’s seat. Ashton must have had a little too much to drink as he closed his eyes to rest right after settling down.

I started the car and couldn’t help but think of looking for Hannah one of these days to check up on her. I’d wager that she finally left John after all these years due to the disappointment building up over that period of time.

Ashton suddenly opened his eyes when we were at the traffic light. “You’re going the wrong way!” he exclaimed.

“What do you mean? We’re on the way home!” I replied with some confusion.

“Or are you heading to Moore Residence?” he said as he turned towards me.

I was stunned by the question for a moment before coming to my senses and remembering that I had promised to go back to his place earlier this afternoon. “We’re going to pick Summer up. Isn’t she still with my parents?” I answered.

He raised his eyebrows in response. “Let Summer stay at the Moore Residence then. With everything going on recently, I could use some time alone with you. Or would you not like that?”

He was obviously fishing for an answer with that last remark.

I could only nod in agreement as I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. The traffic light turned green, and I went against where I had initially wanted to go and headed back to Ashton’s villa.

It really had been a long time since I’d been to this villa, but it was still all too familiar. Ashton was obviously drunk and needed help to get on his feet, so I had to carry him all the way to the fingerprint lock to open the door. With Ashton slumped on my shoulder, it took quite some time and effort to make it to his bedroom, where I laid him on his bed before starting to leave. Suddenly, Ashton rolled over, pinning me under him. “Where are you going?” he asked drunkenly.

“We’re already home. You just lay down and rest while I go get some honeyed water,” I said with pursed lips.