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

“Are we going to cook at home?”

He did not seem like he had a lot of work to do, and so I nodded my head. It’s not like we had the chance to cook homecooked meals together every day.

Five o’clock in the afternoon, it was drizzling in A City, and the weather was gloomy. Ashton was staying in, and I thought I might as well take the chance to contact the person on the card that Armond handed over to me.

I went back to the bedroom, and called the man. It took him a few rings to pick up. A voice rang, “Hello!”

Stumped by the enthusiasm in his voice, I replied, “Hi, is this Mr. Brandon Dumphy?”

The person mumbled a response and replied in a weird accent, “Yes, speaking. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Puzzled by his weird accent, I was starting to doubt the man. How did Armond get to know people like him? However, I decided to just ask, “Mr. Murphy gave me your contact.”

“Oh, I see. Ah, are you Ms. Stovall?”

I’d like to ask if your hospital really could find a bone marrow match and kidney?” I had

take some time tomorrow for me to bring you for a tour.

information. However, it seemed like the man really knew what he was

Boris had reached A City as well. My father told me to bring along the man wherever I went, and that he would be of great

replied after some time: We’ll go visit the place where

the man just refer to

the man did not even bother to explain things to me as he merely replied: Yes. There were no

for a moment, I contacted Boris and requested him to tag along for the trip tomorrow. I initially wanted to let Ashton know, but he had been held up in

something urgent to attend to, and headed for the door right after he bade goodbye to me. I sorted out things around the house, and it did not take long for Boris to arrive at

 Let’s meet at the Second Highway exit. It’s going to be a long

I headed out with Boris. There was a lot of traffic for mornings in A City. We had only managed to meet up with Brandon past the agreed time. The man seemed a tad furious since he had been waiting for

black Mercedes and did not get off the car even after we had arrived. Even though I could not see his figure, but judging from his face alone, it was not difficult to guess that he was a little plump. The dark-skinned man

“Our stock is in the mountains. I will bring you there

for him to make an upfront statement like that.