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

Chapter 540

He’s back?

“When did he get back?”

“Around five o’clock.”

I wasn’t sure whether to cry or to laugh from the sheer absurdity.

If he had come back so early, it meant that he was anxious to have dinner with me, as was written on the note. If he had never once come upstairs to the bedroom, it meant that he still felt resentful.

Forget it.

I smiled weakly at Flora. “You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.”

Maybe it would be easier on both of us if we didn’t see each other.

Flora opened her mouth as if to say something, but kept quiet and went back downstairs.

I went back to the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

The room gradually grew darker and darker as I stared blankly into space.

The bedroom door swung open, and I instantly shut my eyes closed. I heard heavy footsteps and breathing, and I knew it was him.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom as I kept my eyes shut, knowing that he had just exited the bathroom.

He sat down on his side of the bed. I assumed that he was going to sleep in the study tonight.

the mattress shift below me and heard the sound

shallow breathing slowly filled

couldn’t fall asleep, but by the sound of Ashton’s soft breathing, I guessed that he was

eyes, freezing in place when my

of my mouth when he reached forward and wrapped me in his embrace. “Flora said that you threw up your breakfast this morning, and that you didn’t eat anything for

hungry,” I argued, my

soul. “Scarlett, I’m a man. You can’t blame me for losing my temper

was talking about

I nodded silently.

face into the crook of my neck as

slowly but surely working the stiffness out of my body. “What did Marcus tell you at Emery’s wedding?”

I went on, “If it was about the baby, then you can ask me. No matter

mouth. “That was in the past.

talking for fear that the

fell asleep that night listening

a large bouquet of balloon flowers on the bedside table. The faint fragrance that wafted from

handwritten card placed carefully among the flowers: Eat your meals. Wait for me to come

the heart has a home, the person will

setting the card down and crawling out of bed to wash up. Downstairs, Flora seemed to be

set out on the table. I didn’t want to eat it,

ate a little bit

was heading out, Flora scurried after me. “Are you going out, Mrs.

I nodded.

“May I ask where you’re going? Mr. Fuller said to inform him

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