Chapter 368
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Jackson sighed as he drove.
Back at Glenwood, I followed the doctorâs instructions with the herbal remedy. Summer began crying
again. Jackson said that sheâll cry whenever sheâs feeling hungry. But she didnât seem to enjoy the milk
formula very much.
Nick stayed back at the office that night. That presented a dilemma, as he was the handiest with
Summer. Without him, Jackson and I were at a loss in regards to her constant crying.
The only thing we could do was to hold her and paced around the room. It wasnât easy, but we
managed to get her down for a nap.
The remedy was ready. I helped myself to a large bowl of it. Jackson stared at me glumly. âThe smell
alone is bitter enough to make me gag. Are you sure you want to do this?â
I nodded, took a deep breath, pinched my nose, and gulped it all down. It was bitter as hell, and the
honey lozenge that Jackson handed me afterward couldnât have been more welcome.
My stomach wasnât agreeable, either. It rumbled on and on like a grouchy old dog. I went back into the
bedroom and lay down for a bit. Not long after, Nick came home and took Summer and Jackson out for
a walk.
I was almost asleep when the phone rang; It was Ashton. I picked up groggily. âWhat is it?â I mumbled,
irritated.
âCome down, we need to talk!â He said in a low voice.
âCan we do this another day? Iâm not up for moving much today.â I didnât feel like having another
quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation might just spark one. Besides, another day might give us both
time to calm down and talk things through better.
âIâm coming up!â
Iâ¦
âHang on!â I yelled in a panic. I got up, got dressed, and met him downstairs.
It was unexpected that he knew I was living here. The winter in J City wasnât that harsh. Clad in a wooly
sweater and a dark overcoat, Ashton leaned against his car, looking as aloof as ever. He lit a cigarette
that glowed warmly in the cold night.
âWhat is it?â I repeated. I felt extra prickly today, for some reason. It might be due to the herbal
medicine I had consumed.
When Ashton saw me, he put out his cigarette and flung it into a bin nearby. He straightened up, took
off his coat, and pulled it around my shoulders. âWhy arenât you dressed for the cold?â
I pouted in annoyance. âSay whatever it is youâre here for!â My patience wore thin and I was not in the
mood for idle chatter out here in the cold with him.
He frowned but I couldnât read his expression. âCome back to Peakville Estate.â
âI have things going on!â I shrugged off his coat and handed it back to him. âBesides, I like it here.â
My head throbbed as I sensed another argument on the horizon.
âScarlett, youâre a married woman now.â There was a bite of impatience in his voice. âDonât you know
that? Do you think itâs appropriate for you to be living with two men?â
âNo, it isnât.â I looked up at him. âAshton, Iâve told you this before. If youâre not happy with this
arrangement, Iâm happy to sign the divorce papers for you,â I said with no regard for his feelings.
âScarlett!â Ashton grabbed my arm roughly. It hurt. âIs our marriage a joke to you? Have you become so
comfortable in flinging the threat of divorce around?â
âYes, it is! Itâs a joke! So, Ashton, when are you going to leave me?â
Ashton narrowed his eyes, his eyes dark and dangerous. After a long while, he tightened his grip
around my arm and flung me into the backseat of his car, with strength and roughness that frightened
me.
I wasnât strong enough to retaliate. Before I could sit upright, he drove away.
It was a dangerous ride; he sped past countless red lights. At breakneck speed, we arrived at his villa.
I was still in a daze when Ashton yanked me out of the car. âAshton, are you crazy?â I struggled.
He said nothing and hoisted me up on his shoulders. I grew dizzy and lost my bearings. With every
step he took, I felt seasick.
Ashton brought me into a bedroom and flung me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and took off
his coat before I could sit up.
âAshton, you scumbag!â I shouted as I bit into his shoulder and held on until I tasted blood.
I didnât know what to do with him.
I stopped struggling and opened my eyes. I couldnât divorce him, nor could I get rid of him. All hope is
lost.
Ashton must have noticed me ceasing to struggle. He stopped what he was doing as well and looked at
me with his dark eyes. We gazed at each other for several moments.
âDo you hate me?â he asked coldly.
I pursed my lips. I had no intention to speak with him.
âScarlett, we are husband and wife, not enemies,â he breathed heavily. âWe shouldnât fight like that.â
I said nothing and gritted my teeth to withstand the pain.
The torment persisted. As he gasped and shuddered to a stop, he hugged me from behind. âCome
back and live with me, will you?â
His voice sounded sad and weary.
I was still unwilling to speak with him, and elected for silence. Not long after, Jackson called.
âIâm at Peakville Estate!â I said at once upon picking up.
Jackson took several moments to compose himself. âSummer is crying really hard. Iâll try to put her to
bed,â he said casually, as though I hadnât said anything.
I grunted in response. âHave a good night!â he said and hung up.
Ashton pulled me closer against him. âSummer?â
âAshton, Iâm so tired of this. Please letâs just separate,â I said quietly. âIâll admit that I love you and care
about you, but this doesnât mean that I would be willing to keep being at odds with you. Youâve ruined
the expectations I have for marriage. I donât blame you, because I havenât tried my best for us too. So I
guess weâre even.â