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.

I felt as if there was a gap in my heart. Outside the window, the wind was

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated to lie still anymore, I headed to the balcony

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

frustrated, I went down the stairs to the garden

was raining heavily the plants were tilting to the side by the force of the raindrops. The sight of them mirrored

I had in common. With that thought,

seconds, I was soaked from head to toe. The rain was not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering the sorrow in me, and I crouched down

one could keep living without ever venting their emotions, so the

me back to the house. However, she was not as young as me; if I did not want to leave, there was no way she could move me from my

ran to 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

wanted to do was to crouch down and cry, hoping that I could cry out all the grievance and misery in

were in the best of health, my body would not be able to take it after being in the

that moment, the world

I heard Mrs. Eriksen’s delighted

black suit by the doorway. Then, he walked

he lifted me up into his

sore from the prolonged crying, and I could see that he had a gloomy expression on his face.

Eriksen no longer intervened in

door, Ashton pulled off my clothes and