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.

was certain that I had done nothing recently that

the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for traffic to

to safely make the return trip from

I might as well drive down to the hospital

At the hospital.

that the woman got out of it unscathed. She had a fright, which

sent into the delivery room by the time I got there.

to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light

down. I regarded him silently for

emotions in his gaze which instilled a

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in

brought my attention

hurt?” I asked as I reached out for

intercepted my hand with his. “I’m fine!” There was

neglecting to take care of

taken by surprise by my unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down

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

close enough to smell the blood,

a comforting voice, “It’s no big

with Rebecca, or because he did

I knew was that I was mad

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

his ways, the fingers of the youthful