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 recently

followed in the ambulance when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for

day and might not have enough time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly risky,

as well drive down to the hospital to see how

At the hospital.

would appear that the woman got out of it unscathed. She

been sent into the delivery room by the time I got there. Her family was

to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained

to sit down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been

in his gaze which instilled a sense

said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in the

which filled my nostrils brought my attention to

you hurt?” I asked as I

hand with his. “I’m fine!”

“Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you

my unexpected outburst, and

noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color

smell the blood, I might not have noticed

seeing my distress, he said in a comforting voice, “It’s no big deal.

because he was with Rebecca, or because he did not take care of himself, I was

that I was mad as

in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite, limited edition shirt

the fingers of the youthful nurse