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

“Fake marriage?” Ashton guessed.

“Hmm… You’re half-right. Try again!” I said with a chuckle.

All of a sudden, Ashton loosened his grip on me and raised his arm to tidy up the stray strands on my forehead instead. In a patient and loving tone, he said, “No matter what it is, you have to remember that you’re my wife. No one can change this.”

In the face of his gentleness, my childishness and amusement escaped me.

“It won’t change. It’ll never change,” I reassured him, a reply to his trust.

At that, Ashton’s brows raised. He then led me back. As we walked, he informed me about what the doctors had said.

Illness caused by radiation was irreversible. Not even the best medical specialists in the world could do anything about it. All they could do was recommend various kinds of very costly medication. Nevertheless, they could at most extend his life for another month. Moreover, during that time, the patient would be in so much pain and would not be able to rest or eat properly.

To summarize, Marcus was going to live in a world of physical pain and mental torment until he met the grim reaper.

blow to both him and us. If I had known that agony was

in exchange for the fulfillment of Marcus’ wish, hoping that he would

I could not forgive them. I did not head to Camelia’s ward. Instead, I chose to message her: The wedding will be happening soon. However, you’ll

know whose marriage it would be, so I

start, I thought that Marcus’ condition would improve now that he was willing to eat. Unfortunately, that was not what happened. Hours later, his condition deteriorated, and he was almost declared to be in a critical condition. Luckily, the doctors managed to treat him in

out again. The last shred of hope I could cling to was for the wedding to be held as soon as possible to lighten

I left the hospital. As Marcus was suicidal, I had to arrange for a group of people to watch over him in shifts. Only after that, then did

the manor. From afar, I could already spot two unfamiliar sports cars parked right outside the house. One was red, and one was black; the clashing colors seemed to radiate aggression. A distance away from those two cars was a van, but it was

only one at home who liked cars, but he knew his limits; he would not bring his friends who also

character! Since we click, why don’t you join in

Let’s

do you think,

could hear the voices of the foreigners inside, speaking loudly

stepped into the house,