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.

I had done nothing recently that

pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for

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

drive down to the hospital to see how

At the hospital.

got out of it unscathed. She had a fright,

delivery room by the time I got there. Her family

communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light

down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at the wheel.

mixed emotions in his gaze which instilled a

was arguing with me in the

which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked patch against his black

hurt?” I asked as I reached out for

“I’m fine!” There was a

neglecting to take care of your wounds

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

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

not close enough to smell the blood,

he said in a comforting voice,

I was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or because he did not take care of himself, I was not

that I

brought in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite,

with his ways, the fingers of the youthful