When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 433


    I don’t like to gossip about others and I don’t like to be talked about either, especially when the topic is


    brought up intentionally by Joyce.


    People from a small province may be kind-hearted, but due to too much free time on their hands, they


    tend to be very nosy.


    A topic like this should either be rified or forever kept under wraps. There’s no way I can clear the air


    right now, so I can only choose not to mention it at all.


    Seeing that I had no intention to exin further, they did not pursue the matter. The dinner ended


    pleasantly around nine o’clock.


    As the host, I had promised everyone to hit the bar for some drinks. I could not go back on my words.


    We went to a bar in the city center.


    It was quite crowded. We picked a good seat on the first floor and had a great view of the stage


    performance on the ground floor.


    Thetest songs were being yed on the screen while three men, who seemed to be in their thirties,


    were performing a soundcheck.


    After ordering some drinks and snacks, we continued yammering on. The ce was not too noisy but


    very lively.


    With shing lights and the upbeat music ying in the background, men and women danced merrily


    and bobbed their heads to the rhythm.


    Colin sat beside me. He leaned over and asked, “Is Ashton Summer’s father?”


    His unexpected question stunned me. I looked at him; we both smiled.


    Adults would let it slide, and we both left the question unanswered.


    It was quite dull to just sit and drink, so we ended up ying some games. Colin did not touch a drop of


    alcohol because he had to drive.


    I was not a big fan of drinking games. After a few rounds, I lost quite a bit and had to down a couple of


    sses.


    Feeling rather tipsy, I saw a bouquet of flowers appearing in front of me.


    At that moment, everyone was observing me with anticipation.


    A boy in his early twenties introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Matthew. Can we be friends? You’re the nation’s


    sweetheart, Nancy, right?” His bashful expression could be seen even under the dimly colored lights.


    I froze for a few seconds. “I’m not Nancy. You’re mistaken.”


    He was quite persistent. “How could it be? You are Nancy. Although you look slightly different without


    make-up, your beauty is ethereal. You just stand out in a crowd!”


    Hmm.. how should I put it? It’s great being young and reckless.


    I thought about it for a while and came up with an idea to debunk the boy’s perception. I showed him


    my identification card. “See, I’m not Nancy Goldstein.”


    He scrutinized my photo with disbelief. “You both look alike.”


    I replied politely, “There’re indeed many doppelgangers in this world.”


    Blushing, he presented me with the bouquet. “This is for you, Ms. Stovall. You’re very pretty. I don’t


    think I’ll ever see Nancy in person within my lifetime.”


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    With that said, he left.


    The group of colleagues started moring for attention. “Scarlett, you really look like Nancy, especially


    your eyes. I was also mistaken when I first met you.”


    I let out a faint smile in response.


    It seems like I have a lot of look-alikes. In the past, people said I resembled Joyce, and then it was


    Cameron. Now, I’m apparently a twin of a top celebrity.


    “Don’t take it seriously. Beautiful faces are mostly simr,” said Colin as he switched the ss of wine


    from my hand to a ss of fruit juice.


    I was not bothered. “It goes to show that I’m quite good looking.”


    It was a harmless joke after all. The effects of the alcohol started to kick in and I felt a little dizzy. After


    footing the bill, I left with Colin.


    He drove me home. “Let Summer stay with my mom tonight. I’ll take her to school tomorrow morning.”


    I rubbed my temple and nodded. “Okay, I’ll head in.”


    Colin continued to be caring toward me, albeit the presence of Ashton in my life. However, his concern


    gradually feels like how an elder brother would dutifully take care of his sister.


    Adults are good at weighing pros and cons. Ashton is a steady and trustworthy man. His style of doing


    things is unconventional aspared to most people.


    On the other hand, Colin respects me as an individual, but he also knows his ce.


    The way he treats me started off as a man caring for his beloved woman and it slowly changes its form


    to sibling love. This is probably the best ending for the both of us.


    I was searching for the house key in my bag when John showed up. His car lights were exceptionally


    bright, contrasting the dim streetmp in the alley.


    I could recognize his ck Bentley and the number te.


    My guess was right.


    He turned off the engine and got down from the car. His casual attireplemented his chiseled good


    looks.


    I remained silent and gazed at him at the door.


    The towering figure came forward. “I was so surprised to learn that you’d returned to R Province when


    Uncle Louis told me you’re here. I thought you’d choose to settle down in a county within Q City after


    leaving K City.”


    “Come have a seat inside.”