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

John turned around and saw me getting seized by two men. He bit his lip, trying to pretend he was fine. However, he could no longer bear the agony in his arm. “Scar, please don’t cry. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I… Argh…”

Despite his pain, he did not seem to be intimidated. “Nathaniel! You’ll regret what you did today! If I come out of this alive, I’ll make sure you pay for this.”

“John, please stop talking!” I bawled my eyes out as I pleaded. Please. For this once, please stop trying to be a hero.

Nonetheless, what I feared the most still happened in the end. John’s stubbornness provoked the black man as the latter slowly lifted his steel pipe over his head.

Just then, the security from the residence and my house finally arrived at the scene. “Stop right there! What are you guys doing? Put down the weapons in your hands!”

As I heard those voices and the approaching footsteps, a ray of hope appeared in my heart. For a brief moment, I nearly believed John would be rescued.

However, I forgot that those black men were, in fact, a bunch of outlaws. Even though they knew they were about to get caught, they showed no intimidation. Instead, they all stared at the black man stepping on John as though they were witnessing a sacred ritual.

Crack!

John’s gaze went dark as his body collapsed heavily to the

at that

were at a disadvantage, and they had to

me anymore, I slowly crawled to

and murmured, “Everything will be fine. It’s just a scratch. You will recover soon. You’ll

was that I did not dare to touch or even look

to someone so kind as him? He didn’t do anything wrong but merely stood up for

it, my hatred toward Nathaniel grew stronger. How I wish I could end his

next morning. Finally, the red light went off, and the nurses pushed John out from

John was covered in a thin hospital blanket, and a drip was hanging

the few scratches on his face, his facial features still looked perfect. Those wounds somehow