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

Chapter 486

Ashton patted my hand in consolation. “To consult a doctor. Just chat with the doctor later and try not to overthink things. Just answer whatever the doctor asks, okay?”

I nodded, but a feeling of suffocation assailed me in this cramped space.

About ten minutes later, an elderly man in a white coat walked in. He looked like he was in his sixties.

Glancing at Ashton, the elderly man flashed him a faint smile and inclined his head a fraction in greeting. Subsequently, his gaze alighted on me.

Shortly after, a few seconds at most, he turned his gaze on Ashton. He said nothing pertinent, merely questioning mildly, “Are you staying, Ashton?”

Ashton nodded.

At this, the doctor pursed his lips and cocked an eyebrow though he didn’t comment further on this matter.

He glanced at the document in his hand before focusing his gaze on me. “How’s your sleep recently?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I answered. Inwardly, however, I was already feeling a tad irritable – for I hated such a cramped space and chatting as though I was being interrogated.

As my stomach roiled, I abruptly bolted to my feet and rushed to the washroom without waiting for his next question.

was nothing else for me to puke, so I vomited blood in

flash of red, I

doctor looked at me, his gaze radiated worry,

hand, Ashton urged me time and again, “Don’t wander around. Wait for me downstairs or in the corridor, but don’t go too

flashing him

hand tightened considerably. Shifting his gaze to the doctor, he suggested, “How about this? I’ll come over another day when I’m free, and we’ll

Then, he nodded and

stairs. When we had gotten into the car, I stared at his

me a faint smile even as his profound gaze alighted on my face. As he caressed my face with his long and slender fingers, he answered in a gentle voice, “No. Don’t think so much. Perhaps your stomach just isn’t feeling great, so we’ll have Joseph come over later

he was merely placating me with such a remark. As my gaze remained locked on him, I went

knew full well what was

tightly as though reluctant to

exceedingly drowsy, yet my sleep

he’d be keeping watch beside me. When I woke up after dozing off for a bit, I seemingly saw him talking

voice wasn’t loud, I

sick. She’s just too tired lately.” His voice was rife with barely restrained emotions as he countered whatever the person on the other end of

faint sense of isolation and obstinacy. “No, thanks. I’ll take good care of

end seemed to be persuading him, for he went

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