When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When I arrived at Rebecca’s ward, she was already asleep. There was a middle-aged lady in the room who turned out to be the caretaker that Ashton had hired. The lady greeted me politely as she informed me that she was going to take care of Rebecca under Ashton’s orders. This meant that I no longer had to stay.

I walked out of the hospital and hailed a cab to bring me home.

After a night that was full of hassle, I found that it was dawn by the time I returned to the villa. I found that I was frequently exhausted; perhaps it was because of my pregnancy. Hence, I went to my bedroom at once as I fell into a slumber on my bed.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke roused me from my deep sleep. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see a figure in black sitting at the edge of my bed. It took me a while to realize that it was Ashton.

I didn’t know when he had returned, but the bedroom was full of thick smoke. The doors and windows were all shut tightly. There was a burning cigarette between his fingers. It seemed like he had been smoking for a long while.

“You’re back.” I sat up and gazed at him.

I had never seen him smoke prior to this. Something must have happened, seeing as he was smoking to such an extent.

his gaze landed on me. I couldn’t read his mind at all. The smoke was choking me,

on the sofa. When I walked past him, he pulled me into his arms abruptly. As his grip

couldn’t stand the stench of the smoke. Thus, I

back at him. “You’re drunk?” I didn’t realize it earlier, but

he blurted out suddenly. I was confused as I studied him carefully. He was frowning unhappily. I noticed that there were beard stubs on his jaw. He must have been occupied recently, seeing

to pry his hands off. Nevertheless, he refused to release his hold on

Ashton?” I

you stop?” He was staring at me in a

I

body, I was keenly

brows furrowed. “Ashton, I’m Scarlett, not

up, devouring my lips