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.

certain that I had done nothing recently

the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for traffic

have enough time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly

as well drive down to the hospital to see how the conceiving woman

At the hospital.

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

delivery room by the time I got there. Her family was present

her family. Rebecca

I regarded him

which instilled a sense of foreboding

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in

and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked

hurt?” I asked as I reached out

with his. “I’m fine!” There was a profound

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

and my glare shut down

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

to smell the blood,

seeing my distress, he said in a comforting

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

knew was that

wound. He was frosty when his

the youthful