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

Chapter 407

I could not explain that either. “It started after I saw the pregnant woman just now. I guess it must be a repercussion of what happened the last time.”

After a brief pause, I regarded him. “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca came over to us. It had only been a few days since, but she looked visibly sallow and seemed to have lost considerable weight.

Ashton was calm. “I was sending her to the hospital when I lost focus and ran into someone.”

There may be more to this than what he described, as he had always been a cautious driver. It was unlikely that the cause had been a loss of concentration on his part.

I glanced over to Rebecca’s pale facade and puffy eyes.

They were filled with hatred and resentment. Did I somehow offend her again lately?

A siren filled the air as the ambulance approached. Ashton ran his fingers through his own hair and swept it behind his ears before he whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back when this is settled, alright?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

It was a matter of life and death that he should see to it without delay.

As I watched him depart, Rebecca glared at me. “You should have died!”

Those words were as chilling as they were perplexing.

as I was certain that I had done nothing

followed in the ambulance when it took the pregnant

to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly risky, as I would

some deliberation, I thought I might as well drive down to

At the hospital.

out of it unscathed. She had a fright, which made

the delivery room by the time I got there.

Ashton’s duty to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and was taken in for

him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at the wheel. What happened back

emotions in his gaze which instilled a sense of

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with me

and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to

as I reached out for

fine!”

my long-suppressed emotions surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your

taken by surprise by my unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down whatever response he

was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it hard for anyone

smell the blood, I

my distress, he said in a comforting voice, “It’s no

he was with Rebecca, or because he did not take

I knew was that I was

clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite,

with his ways, the fingers of the youthful