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.”

he spoke. I had never seen such a gentle

years now. Previously, I was nothing more than a walking wallpaper to him. But since he

had always believed that there were only two types of love between a man and a woman; It was either love at first sight or people falling in

question and walked me back to

drawn-out dinner. By the time we left Pear Garden, it

fell asleep

arrived at our villa, Ashton carried me

morning, I was woken up by my ringing

my phone and was surprised to see that it

voice was full of excitement, sounding as though

“You mean the officers have

within the legally allowed amount of possession for

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

agreed to all of them. “Alright. Go home now and take a nap. I’ll call you when I

“Okay!”

was also elevated after hanging

Everything we did would fall under only one of two camps, either right or wrong. But

as we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, we couldn’t categorically declare a person as wholly good or