When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 940

Ashton was tired. He rubbed his temples and rested on the sofa. I pursed my lips and stared at the grey bag. I walked over to him and massaged his shoulders. “I see that you’ve brought a grey bag. What’s that?”

“That was a jacket that I lent Stella. She sent it for wash and returned it. Could you help me to get the helper to have it when she’s here tomorrow?”

I recalled as I continued staring at the bag. That day, Ashton had indeed passed a jacket to Stella. I remember buying him a new set of clothes.

“You’re so wasteful! These clothes were expensive.”

He opened his eyes slightly and smiled. “Since when were you so materialistic? Are you feeling the pinch over a set of clothes?”

I leaned on his shoulder and replied, “Well, we’re going to spend a lot on Summer’s surgery. Furthermore, all that money is from your hard work. I don’t wish to waste it like that.”

He lifted his head and kissed my cheek. “Don’t worry. Even if your husband is dead, he would make sure you live a good life.”

I used my head to bump into his. “Don’t curse yourself. Do you really wish for me to remarry with two kids?”

He pulled me onto his lap. “I’m still alive, and yet you’re thinking of remarrying already? You’d better erase that thought, or I’ll punish you tonight.”

I rolled my eyes at him as I leaned against his shoulder, and said, “Both of us have to take care of ourselves and stay well. Let’s head back to J City when our kids are grown up. I’d love to open a small flower shop, and you’ll be my employee. We’d get to celebrate all the festive seasons with our parents.”

I smiled and looked at him. “I realize I have no ambitions. I’m already thinking of retirement. Do you disdain me for it?”

He smiled and pecked on my cheek while holding my tummy. “Your dream is my dream. We’ll do what you want when we get old.”

It seemed like after we reach a certain age, humans tend to crave peace and stability.

As I thought of Jared, I asked, “How did Jared get injured in prison? Was it my Dad?”