When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 717

Ashton was looking rather intently at the scalded area. I mumbled in reply, “It’s much better! I’m fine!”

Ashton furrowed his brow. Without even asking, he took my bag and fumbled through it for the ointment. He then proceeded to apply it.

Ashton looked at me throughout the entire process. His gaze was unfathomable. “Is Armond better at this than I am?” he questioned.

Uncomfortable, I shifted my weight from foot to foot, then stammered, “It’s late, you…”

“Are you chasing me away?” Ashton demanded, his face growing murderous.

I took a deep breath, then nodded defiantly. “Yep. Or would you rather stay here?” I asked sarcastically.

“Can’t I?” Ashton challenged. His dark eyes bore into my soul.

Dumbfounded, I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

Ashton thus remained in the villa. I did my best to ignore him and headed up to my own bedroom.

When Armond was back from sending Nora home, he’d naturally deal with Ashton.

After my shower, I’d completely put aside all thoughts of Ashton. It was almost ten at night, so I blow-dried my hair, read a little, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The rain came without warning. It was a chilly autumn night, and droplets pattered rhythmically onto the ground. A frosty wind blew into the bedroom, and I woke up with a shiver.

my way over to the window to

followed by the deafening clap of

my alarm, however, I ran right into the arms of the chaise lounge

sharp pain shot through my knee and I crumpled

for a long while. The open window was still waiting, and I tried to get up to no avail.

I turned it on, but the dim light only succeeded in casting ghoulish shadows against the wall. The wind continued howling through

flying, spraying droplets of water across the room. At that moment, in the middle of the storm,

since that traumatic incident with my baby, I’d always felt a sense of dread in the presence of rain and thunder. I was utterly vulnerable at the moment, incapacitated as I was with

to panic. My imagination was running wild and I began to tremble from terror. Valiantly, I tried

and shattered. Its

thought I could hear the sound of an infant wailing

in fear. Amidst the mounting dread, the sadness I’d suppressed for so long noticed that I let my guard down and saw its chance. Physically and emotionally debilitated, I

the window, the faint light streaming into

every last bit

someone cried from beyond the

of you, go away!” I

I’d curled up into a ball, my head stuck resolutely between my knees. I

me. It pierced through the tumult of the nightmare. My heart clung wildly to that voice. At that moment, the rest

switched on and the curtains

afraid,”

slightly, I peered at the

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