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

Chapter 139 

At that, she rushed downstairs.

Staring at the untouched soup, I found myself lost in my thoughts. I was born without getting much love and attention in my life, and the “so-called” love that I met was pretty much the same.

In fact, I had never experienced much familial love not to mention romantic love. Hence, I didn’t know much about love, nor have I learned how to love someone.

Grandma adopted me, and she showed me what love and care were in those short years. I regarded her and her care as the figure of love.

On the contrary, John’s extreme behavior, inflexibility, and apathy meant stubbornness to me.

Whereas Macy’s protection and support meant friendship to me.

As for Ashton, in the two years of our married life, he rarely treated me well. I dared not consider those rare moments as romantic love.

It had not been my intention to misinterpret it as love.

I liked Ashton, and that was why I could endure his cold treatment to me in silence. However, that did not mean I could pretend to be a fool who saw his cheap love as true love.

The sky was getting darker, and I was exhausted. Yet, I could not fall asleep despite lying on the bed for quite some time. I had gotten used to sleeping with Macy.

bed all by myself, I felt as if there was a gap in my

at the clock on the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated to

the last time I was on the balcony, Ashton had made some modifications to the balcony. Now, raindrops could not reach me, only the

went down the stairs to

had planted many plants in the garden. Now that it was raining heavily the plants were tilting to the side by the force of the raindrops. The sight of them mirrored my

help but think of how much the plants and I had in common. With that thought, I walked into the garden and let the rain

I was soaked from head to toe. The rain was not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering

without ever venting their emotions, so the rain was my

me, I was in the middle of crying. She anxiously came to me with an umbrella, trying to drag me back to the house. However, she was

the living room. When she came back out, she had a raincoat in her hands. As she put it on me, she consoled, “Letty, you can’t do this to yourself. Even

words were lost in the howling wind. All I wanted to do was to crouch down and cry, hoping that

in midsummer was not cold, I was still a pregnant woman. Even if I were in the best of health, my body would not be able to take it after being in the rain for an

moment, the world

Mrs. Eriksen’s

a black suit by the doorway. Then, he

me up into his arms, he

sore from the prolonged crying, and I could see that he had a gloomy expression on his face. Then, I shut my eyes as I don’t

back, Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened in our

Ashton pulled off my clothes and carried me