Chapter 37

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my muffled sobs gradually turned into piercing wails of anguish. I couldn’t care less about how Ashton felt at that moment.

He stopped in the end, softening his tone to soothe me. However, the more he comforted me, the louder I cried

In the end, he stopped talking and just held me in his arms since neither gentle coaxing nor harsh threats worked on me.

Once the waterworks started, it was close to impossible to stop it. He was left with no choice but to embrace me and let me cry it all out.

After a long while, I had finally cried myself hoarse. With my tears all dried up now, I started to quiet down.

“Are you done crying?” he asked in a low and hoarse voice.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him now. My eyes were so swollen that I could barely open them.

“Four years ago, I brought Grandpa to the southwest border to meet his old comrade-in-arms. On the road, we ran into a group of outlaws.” As he hugged me and spoke, I could hear the melancholy and sorrow in his voice, surprising me quite a bit.

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each other. Those outlaws sought asylum and broke into the home of Grandpa’s comrade, trying to threaten us into taking them in. The situation was urgent then. Undocumented individuals were not allowed to sneak into the country. Grandpa was a veteran who guarded the country for decades and would never violate the laws, so he immediately declared that he wouldn’t comply. They were outlaws, so when Grandpa disagreed, they were going to kill him. Grandpa’s comrade died to

at him and asked curiously, “Then what happened?”

to ask him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and he dropped

traveled from D City to abroad for business. Grandpa and I had basically lost all our money and identification documents while we were

made a few guesses of

him and asked, “The pair of siblings were Rebecca

recuperate. He could be cured, but something

didn’t Grandpa approve of you and Rebecca?” If Grandpa approved of my marriage to Ashton, why not

at him with big round eyes, his lips stretched

was smiling at me. His smile was gentle, angelic even. There was no coldness or ferocity in sight, only

breath hitched and I felt shy all of a sudden, trying to squirm out of his arms. “You haven’t

chest and pressed my hand to his crotch, rasping out in a deep voice, “Scarlett, you

at him with incredulity, and my

not fully recovered yet!” I protested in

His breathing grew heavy.

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