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

Chapter 306

Chapter 306

I nodded and hummed a response, then searched for a pair of shoes from the shoe rack.

Molly peered at me with hesitation stark in her eyes. “Madam, it’s late now and it’s still snowing outside. Why don’t you wait for Mr. Ashton to finish his shower and go with him?”

“It’s fine.”

I walked out of the living room and noticed two bodyguards standing guard at the door. My face fell and I snapped, “Step aside.”

Both of them remained silent.

Molly had already gone upstairs to call Ashton.

My brows drew together with rage, but I was aware that I was no match for the two burly men.

They blocked my path, remaining immovable like two stone statues.

Shortly after, Ashton came down in a bathrobe with water still dripping from his hair.

Seeing me all dressed up, he frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“To do what?”

clawed at me. “To see a

lips in response. “I’ll get Jared to come over in

taken away. Without any family, the only one who could hold a

I had to do this for

overcast and his mouth grew taut. “You’re going to see a doctor at the hospital at

him and sneered. “What does it matter to

difficult place, but you should know when to stop. Aunt Sally will handle Marcus’ funeral. There are others in

could only shoot him

“I’ll send someone

stopped abruptly in my tracks and whipped back to look at him, noticing the winding staircase behind him from the

completely within his reach, he could’ve

miraculously managed to maintain his usual charming and suave

glance at him, then spun on my heels and returned to the

changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. His eyes were dim and there was blood on his forehead and the corner of his mouth. His legs and hands

my eyes, planning to give

a few shades as he stalked toward me. Lowering himself beside

saying a word, I opened my eyes to give him an indifferent

and pinned me down with his sturdy body, nuzzling my forehead with the tip of his nose as he

pursed my lips, refusing to speak. Does my heart ache?

reflexes, falling down the stairs wouldn’t pose that big of a problem. At most, he would only suffer some minor

smile formed on his lips. “You think this is nothing compared to Marcus’ death and

heart squeezed in my chest, but

listen. Instead, he grabbed my hands and interlocked our

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