When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1797

“It’s fine. I need to attend to something nearby, so I’m not heading back home yet. Thank you, Ms. Schmidt,” I thanked her gratefully.

“You’re welcome.” Freja looked down and shut the door. She then ordered the chauffeur to leave.

Soon, the car sped off.

I watched as the car disappeared from sight and heaved a long sigh of relief. Finally, I could take a breather alone.

It was peak hour, and I didn’t want to be stuck in a jam for hours. That would be too agonizing. After calming down, I walked into the commercial district slowly.

When I walked past a café, the aroma of coffee caught my attention. Thus, I went in and sat down at a table before ordering a hot Americano with half a spoonful of sugar.

Ashton was the only person who loved drinking an Americano without adding any sugar.

I pondered for a while before dialing Jackson’s number.

His phone rang for several seconds before he answered. “Scar? How are you?” His familiar voice drifted through the call.

“I’m all right. Were you still up at this hour?” I was merely trying my luck, so it was surprising when the call got connected.

“I’m in the middle of a war,” came Jackson’s answer.

“What?” I was confused, for there didn’t seem to be any military operations in M Country recently.

“Well, it’s nothing serious. What about you? Why did you call me?” As usual, Jackson knew me well.

Friends like us would fight when we were in the same city, but now that we were on different continents, he still remembered every bit of detail about me.

Comprehension dawned. Yes, that’s right. Everyone is a coward before their loved ones!

“What should I…” I blurted out without thinking much before correcting myself. “I mean, what should my friend do to get to the next step?”

Jackson burst out laughing. It took him a while to calm down and regain his composure before whispering, “Remember, Scar, jealousy is a catalyst in every relationship. If you want it to work out, make sure to utilize that well.”

I nodded in agreement. A moment of silence later, I huffed, “It’s my friend, not me!”

“Don’t be a fool, Scar. You don’t have to explain everything to me as long as you’re the winner,” Jackson joked. It occurred to me that he sounded really mature now.

I fell silent without offering an explanation.

Just then, Lydia’s voice rang out. “Jackson…”