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

Chapter 652

I sat up in a daze for a moment before I got out of bed.

With Abe’s permission, I had complete freedom around the villa.

There was a landline in the villa, but I was not allowed to use it.

Nobody was able to guarantee if the landline even worked; it was not worth the trouble to try.

To speak to Nora and the rest, I had to find a way to enter the operating theatre. The only catch was that it required Danny’s retina scan to unlock.

With nothing to be done, I wandered around the pitch-black villa and returned to my bedroom dejectedly.

Everything was normal over the next few days. I’ve probed Dante a couple of times hoping to learn something about Nora’s situation, but all I’ve been told was that she was away doing what needs to be done.

The monsoon was in full force during lunchtime.

It left as quickly as it came; the air was dank with moisture when the rain cleared.

The compound of the villa was littered with rain moths. I glanced over at the boulder-like figure next to me. “Grilled moths are delicious,” I said casually. “Have you had any before?”

Danny was taken aback. “Had before,” he repeated, in broken English.

He looked like he understood. “Did you have them in a restaurant?” I asked with a grin. “I used to have them when I was little. Each time when it rained in my home, I would go out to the yard and pick them up. I’d give them a rinse and then throw them into a pan. When the wings are crispy, that’s when I’d add some oil and spices. It was delicious.”

outside,” I pressed on. “If you’re worried about me

taste of fried moth. It was my childhood favorite, you know.

in

at him. “Thank you, Danny!” I said as I got

proceeded to fill it up with moths from the

the appearance of a dark hand over my basket only to realize

like fried moth too?”

grunted but did not

entire basketful and headed back into the

art of moth eating. But according to Tabitha, moths are a staple for people from Xenhall. Many of them had fond childhood

expression change, I think there was truth

to geographical differences, one’s experiences would

would soon turn from sticky to crispy, bloated with oil

a promising scent, Danny could

to cook?”

young. But it’s been

I offered Danny the

broke into a very rare smile as

moth very slowly. “Not bad!”

had to eat things that other cultures would consider repulsive like silkworms, maggots, and

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