When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The moment he spoke, he seemed to have remembered something as he nodded and snapped his fingers, “Oh, I nearly forgot! He should be in Rebecca’s ward now caring for his beloved woman instead. I doubt he has time to pay any attention to you!”

Having said that, he leaned closer, his tobacco-filled breath made me even more disgruntled and I spat, “Hey, John. If I die, will I be finally liberated?”

His face turned grim, “You can try.”

How could I? It was not the right time yet. But even if it were, I guess it would not be a bad thing if I could drag a devil with me to my death.

Just then, the yard was lit by the headlight of another car. Turning my head, I saw Ashton’s jeep driving up.

I glanced at my watch. It was twelve midnight. I was slightly surprised that he had actually come back.

John’s car was easily spotted by Ashton upon the latter’s return. However, he did not get down immediately. Instead, he stayed in his car, lit up a cigarette, and started puffing away while observing us with a deathly glare.

John, being the despicable opportunist that he was, leaned closer to me and sniggered the moment he saw Ashton. “I wonder what will Ashton’s reaction be if he witnessed me kissing you?”

“You sick b**tard!” I screamed and tried to move away from him, but alas, there was not enough space in the car.

Lunging his body forward, he managed to plant a kiss on my lips before moving back. Licking his lips in satisfaction, he deliberately stared back at Ashton with a taunting look on his face.

“John, are you crazy?”

“Yes, I am!” John nodded just as Ashton got out of his car.

and demanded, “Open the

his car. When he saw that the latter went straight back to the villa.

deep within me. I retorted, “So what? It has nothing to do with

noise reverberated throughout the whole car. It was immediately followed by

beside the car. His eyes were full of cold malice. Great, here comes

afar, they all looked like well-dressed well-mannered gentlemen. But upon closer inspection, everyone’s

was no better.

his cold sophistication and high nobility

sledgehammer in his hand which was left by the stone smith who repaired the yard rockery a few days

the shattered window glass. He simply watched as Ashton stretched his hand

soon as the door was opened, I got out of the car silently before glancing at the two evenly-matched men that

sitting on his car seat, the imposing aura he was

disagreements for the masculine species. Perhaps they found joy in beating the daylight out of

eyes glinted as

was enough to wake up Mrs. Eriksen who was living in the outer courtyard. She turned

the yard, she was stunned for a while before she worriedly offered, “Mr. Ashton,

need. Go into the house and

What…

nodded and hurried

“I’m not going to stay here and spectate anything. It’s not good for our child. Just be

words seemed to liven him up. Ashton’s dark expression seemed to lighten up. He smirked confidently as he gazed at me, “Got it, go back