When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Clinton and Cameron had had quite a few to drink and were now reminiscing the past.

The man looked at Cameron and spoke empathetically, “All these years, you’ve been searching for your kid. Are you getting any closer to finding her?”

A hint of desolation crept over her refined features. “It has been more than twenty years, but there’s not a single piece of useful information. I’m not even sure if she’s still alive.”

Clinton sighed and offered his consolation, “Don’t give up. I’m sure things will start looking up soon.”

I had eaten quite a bit of food, so when the next dish was served, I felt my stomach churned.

And so, I left my seat and headed to the toilet.

Ashton came over to check on me. “Are you all right?”

“I’m okay, just a little nauseated.” I only started experiencing morning sickness, so this was considered mild.

When I was well enough to speak, I asked him, “Do you understand what Mr. Clinton and Ms. Anderson were talking about just now? I thought she only has a son?”

He then led me out of the toilet and seated me down at a chaise longue in the corridor. Placing his big hand on my lower belly, the man slowly explained, “Ms. Anderson had another marriage before she married Nick’s father. She and her ex-husband had a daughter, but he abandoned the child, and Ms. Anderson has been looking for her since then.”

did not leave my lower belly as he spoke. I had never seen such a gentle expression on his face. With a smile, I looked at him and asked,

was nothing more than a walking wallpaper to him. But since he learned that I was carrying his child, his

types of love between a man and a woman; It was either love at first sight or people falling in love with each other gradually over

my question and walked me back to the

a lengthy and drawn-out dinner. By the time we

soon fell asleep in

Ashton carried me

up by my ringing phone, and Ashton was nowhere in

surprised to see that it was Macy

was full of excitement, sounding as though she was panting

to double-check with her. “You mean the officers have finished investigating the matter

The officer said the traces of kyanine they found in my cupboard was within the legally allowed amount of possession for medical use, so they

elated made me heave a sigh of relief. “That’s great! Try and get

barbeque, steak, seafood…” she rattled off all the food she could think of, and I agreed to all of them. “Alright.

“Okay!”

mood was also elevated after hanging

just place. Everything we did would fall under only one of two camps, either right or wrong. But over the years, I inevitably learned that

as we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, we couldn’t