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

get Jared to come over in

not necessary!” I emphasized, “I’m going to the hospital.” Marcus’ body had been taken away. Without any family, the only one who could hold

to

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

at him and sneered. “What does it

handle Marcus’ funeral. There are others in the White family who can handle it too. Why should

could only shoot him a withering

his tone. “I’ll send someone

look at him, noticing the winding staircase behind him from

coursing through my veins, I raised my hands and shoved him. Since the railing was completely within his reach, he could’ve held it to steady himself, but

tumbling down the stairs, he miraculously managed to maintain his usual charming and

him, then spun

climbed into bed. His eyes were dim and there was blood on his forehead and the corner of his

gave him a fleeting glance before closing my eyes, planning

to be angry, but his eyes darkened a few shades as he stalked toward me. Lowering himself beside the bed, he ordered in a solemn tone, “Get up

my eyes to give him an indifferent look before closing

with his sturdy body, nuzzling my forehead with the tip of his nose as he

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

down the stairs wouldn’t pose that

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

heart squeezed in my chest, but I

didn’t listen. Instead, he grabbed my hands and interlocked our fingers above

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