When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The corridor wasn’t exactly wide, so we came face to face with one another. Stunned for a while, he then straightened his clothes and explained, “Ms. Stovall, I’m here to treat Rebecca.”

Jared was Ashton’s best friend. They say that you only need to look at the attitude of a man’s best friend to truly know whether he holds affection toward you.

Attitude aside, the way that he addressed me was enough to prove that I would only ever be Ms. Stovall.

What a polite and distant form of address!

I learned not to dwell too much on the details as they would only bring me heartache. Forcing a smile onto my lips, I gave way to him as I replied, “Mm, go ahead!”

Now and again, I truly admired Rebecca. She merely needed to shed a few tears to receive the warmth that would never be bestowed upon me even after half a lifetime of hard work.

Back in the bedroom, I found a suit that Ashton had never worn before. Eventually, I brought it with me as I walked down toward the living room.

Jared made quick work of treating Rebecca. After measuring her temperature and prescribing her the relevant medications, he was prepared to leave.

offered me a civil

clothes are wet and it’s still raining outside. You should

was probably surprised by my gesture because he blinked at me without saying anything for a while. Then, his

never worn this before. Even the tags are still there. You two are almost the

that, I climbed the stairs and returned to the

grandmother was hospitalized, Jared was her attending surgeon. He was an internationally renowned doctor. If it weren’t for the Fullers, he would never have agreed to perform surgery on my

The next day.

heavy rain, the morning air was filled with a musky and fresh scent. I was used to waking up early. After washing up, I went downstairs only to see Ashton and Rebecca in

tied around his hips as he was frying eggs by the stove. Gone was his

followed his movements. Her delicate and pretty face was slightly flushed, likely due to the fact that her fever had

spoke, her hand lifted to feed Ashton a

the strawberry as he turned his gaze toward her. Although he had merely kept silent, his eyes were enough to convey the extent of his

with refined features and they made

gestures were warm and sweet; there was indeed romance in the