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

The clutch was sitting idly beside the rocking chair, and the sunlight shone on the room, erasing all the gloomy air inside.

Jackson woke up three days earlier, then he went through rehab before finally being able to walk. But he looked clumsy, so I knew he hadn’t fully healed just yet.

“I thought the kids would be here too,” Jackson joked.

I sniffled. “I was too excited when John told me you’re awake.” I fumbled for an explanation. “So I totally forgot about it. We can go straight back to see them though, Jackson. You should see them. After all, you’ve risked your life for them.”

“I’m not in a hurry.” Jackson smiled warmly. “I can always see them after this.”

I knew he was a really nice guy. “Have you forgiven me?” It took everything I had to ask, but the moment I did, everyone fell silent, much to my worry.

while later, Jackson looked at John and chuckled, “I see. You were right, John. Everyone’s been worried about me. Looks like I’m

that was depressing, and it ended the conversation for me. Of course, everyone would worry. Someone

and looked at me happily. “I told my lawyer to withdraw the

surge of gratitude and affection for him. “Thank you, Jackson.” Tears welled up in

were always touching. Even John, the tough guy, sniffled quietly. “You were a b*stard, Jackson, but that sleep did you good. Now that you’re not trying to take my niece away, you aren’t that annoying anymore. The reports about you are taken down, so just open up the

clinic.” He looked at me, feeling crestfallen. “I’ve talked with Lydia, and I’ve decided to return to M

malice for him. There was nothing memorable

look of resolve in his eyes. “No. I’m going back to take

business, so why did