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

The doctor left, and the nurse finished changing the bandages on his back. A tube had been inserted into the back of his hand, and the nurse took great care to adjust it. She looked at me and said, “His bandages have to be changed every three hours. Make sure to give us a shout when the time comes.”

I nodded and thanked her in a low voice.

A short while after the nurse left, Ashton woke up from his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips moved a little, his voice sounding too hoarse to be heard.

I got up and poured some water, dunking a straw into the beverage so he could suck the drink up. However, Ashton shook his head, telling me to forget about the straw.

I obeyed. He took a sip from the cup and looked a little better. His lips white as snow, he muttered, “Thank goodness you’re fine.”

How strange. His first words after he woke up made me shed tears again.

I fought back my tears as I looked at him and said, “You’re a jerk, Ashton Fuller.”

He grinned back at me. Although he looked very gaunt, his face was still very handsome. “Don’t worry, it’s just a small injury. I’ll get better with some rest.”

I glared at him, the lump in my throat growing more painful. “A small injury?” He had nearly lost his life, and still had the audacity to say something so ridiculous! Was he tired of living?

Ashton’s lips curved slightly. “I’m thirsty.” I wanted to be a cruel wife and make him die of thirst, but one look from him and my heart softened.

As I fed him sips of water, my heart hurt uncontrollably. Unable to hold back my tears anymore, I could only watch as they landed on my hands.

said with a smile, “Why are you always crying? Girls shouldn’t cry so

disfigured, anyway. How much uglier could I get? Ashton, I don’t need you to sacrifice yourself for me. I don’t feel thankful

to grin at me. “I don’t want your thanks, you foolish girl. Jared’s target was me, and you were innocent. Come to think of it, I was the one who implicated you. I’m to blame for my own

head and said in a low voice, “That’s what I think,

hand. I wanted to pull away from him, but the moment I exerted some force,

hold my hand if

but I could feel how cold his hands were. This

was never able to protect you every time something happened to you, and I failed again this time. I thought I

though to touch the scar on my face. However, he grimaced in pain again as his wound stung, and he quickly wrenched his

heart throbbed with pain. I shook my head, looking at him with tears in

cold, and I knew the

left without telling me and went to beg Emery and the Stovall family for help. You didn’t consider turning to me during your hour of need,

my mouth to protest his claims, but I realized that

After a short pause, I said shortly, “Ashton, stop

weakly. “But who cares? I’m willing to wait for you to come to me one day. Until that day, I’ll put

to think I had spent most of my life catering to Ashton’s whims. Now that I thought more deeply

along. I refused to open up my heart to him and forget our complicated history—instead, I got used to burying bitter grudges deep within me and

open myself up to new people or