When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Stunned, I was about to shake my head when Mrs. Erikson winked at me. She continued, “Having cramps suck. You can’t exert yourself during the first three months. Otherwise, you might risk having a miscarriage.”

Ashton was about to head upstairs to work, but Mrs. Eriksen called out, “Mr. Ashton, it’s painful to have cramps. You should give her a massage later. I bought some essential oil earlier. It’s in your bedroom.”

I must admit Mrs. Eriksen was doing a good job as a wingman.

Ashton put his files down and gazed at me. “Does it hurt?”

I belatedly realized he was asking if the cramps hurt.

Mrs. Eriksen was nodding profusely at me, so I nodded and forced out a smile. “Yes!”

Frowning, Ashton uttered, “Come on!”

As he went straight to the bedroom, I stared at Mrs. Eriksen. “Mrs. Eriksen, I don’t have cramps.”

I had other symptoms, but having cramps wasn’t one of them.

Mrs. Eriksen shot me an exasperated look. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll have that when you’re five or six months along. Hurry, go back to your bedroom now.”

My legs felt like lead as I made my way back to the bedroom. Ashton was taking a shower in the bathroom.

the bedside table. I couldn’t believe it. Mrs. Eriksen was indeed full

for a few days but luckily, Ashton wasn’t cruel enough to

water trailed

he ordered, interrupting

head around and met his gaze wordlessly. Feeling guilty, I looked away and scurried

but I could still hear the noise from the bedroom. I thought the ringtone I heard was from Ashton’s phone, but he was holding my phone to

went to him. “Who is

gave my

I saw Nick’s name

Mr. Harrison,” I greeted him politely, walking away

the corner of my eye, I noticed he was

the scandal. If needed, I’ll hold a press

him speak so formally.

he said, seemingly distracted. “If I like you, I’ll make you Mrs. Harrison

because Ashton

hanging up, I placed my phone aside.

no need to explain. I sat on the edge

around and saw Ashton standing behind me. Before I could react, he had already started drying