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

“Something you’re not interested in.” Nathaniel then put down the fork and scooped some soup for me instead. “Drink this. It’ll be good for you.”

Nevertheless, I did not even spare it a glance; I was more interested in finding out what deal he had made with Ashton. “What deal?”

“Are you a parrot?” Nathaniel furrowed his brows as a tinge of anger laced his voice.

I fell silent, and my mood turned foul. A scowl appeared on my face, and I turned away from him, a sign that I did not want to speak with him anymore.

“Have Ashton ever said that you’re a difficult person?” Nathaniel questioned, evidently not used to courting a woman.

Difficult? This is called a sweet burden. I’m under great pressure flirting with you here. Not only are you not expressing gratitude toward my act, but you’re even being picky and questioning my ability to play the role you want?

turned my face further from him and ignored him. In other words, I was

to finish this means that

same old trick. You’ll even betray the ones who are loyal to you. You’re shameless. Do it then! Make the call! Once you make the call, I’ll bite my tongue

his brows upon hearing that. His narrowed eyes were telling me that I was being ridiculous, but he was too furious

try to mess with him. Perhaps he had indeed come across other fussy women but confidently thought he would be able to deal with an ever-changing woman when the time

the theory was unlike practical. In

that he could control Ashton’s life. That was nothing but wishful

leaning closer to give him a once-over. When I saw the traces of panic in his eyes—the panic of a teenager in love—I said, “Let me take a guess. You were the first person I saw when I woke, and that wasn’t because you were eager to do something to me, but because you wanted to see me at all

when you woke was only a sign of how good the doctor was.