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

Ashton’s lips were quivering as he turned livid with rage. “What have you heard? What makes you think my feelings for you are worth nothing?”

“Why don’t you ask your precious Rebecca?” After a brief pause, I chuckled. “You’ve never suspected her of anything because she’s always acted so innocent in front of you. Did she tell you that she answered your phone and told me you were in the shower? That she was showing off to me how in love the two of you were? Of course she wouldn’t have told you anything. After all, she needed to maintain the perfect image you have of her.”

Ashton remained silent with his lips pursed, still staring intensely at me.

I sighed and calmed myself down. “In the future, Mr. Fuller, please reflect on your actions before you lecture others. Also, pick your subjects well if you want to talk about sincerity and love. To me, that is all too laughable. But I’m sure Ms. Larson wouldn’t mind.”

With that said, I broke away from Ashton and decided on a whim to leave the villa for the hospital.

Layla was caught by surprise when I walked into the ward just as Marcus had fallen asleep. “Ms. Stovall, what are you doing here so late at night? You should be at home resting!” she whispered.

Despite being exhausted, I still managed to smile back in response. “It’s no problem at all. How is he today?” I asked as my gaze fell on Marcus.

“Much better, even though he still can’t get out of bed. By the way, Mr. White’s phone has been ringing the entire day, but he wouldn’t let me answer it. I’m not sure if it was his family calling to check on him,” Layla said concernedly. Since I insisted on staying, she promptly left after packing up her things.

phone. There weren’t any messages which only added to

in the morning only to find Marcus still sleeping. Since there wasn’t anything she could do, she decided

be my time of the month. All that meant that I have barely gotten any decent

spotted my less than

head and smiled. “No, I’ve just been worried about

moving about now. Your wounds have only just been stitched up. If you moved around too much, you might risk reopening them

back in bed to rest until Layla came back. She had bought soup for him since that was all he could eat after his surgery. He only managed a few spoonfuls before the pain set in again. Setting the soup aside, he turned to me. “There’s hospital staff and Layla here to take care of me. You don’t have to worry. Why don’t you go home and have a good rest? The weather’s getting colder. You’ll

that he

chatting for a while more,

to the villa to pack more things for the coming days. With me staying at the hospital for a few more days and with the Harvest

Even his clothes in the closet were gone, and there was no message to say where

how I felt about it, but I couldn’t brush away the