When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Half an hour later, there seemed to be no more movement outside. The sound of a car starting could be heard, and Ashton stumbled in after a few minutes.

Having eaten my fill, I was feeling a little bloated. I also could not shake the feeling that my belly had been growing a lot bigger lately. I decided that I would drop by the hospital tomorrow for a regular check-up.

Mrs. Eriksen, who had been cleaning the kitchen while paying attention to the commotion outside, yelped when Ashton stepped into the house. “Oh my! Look at the state that you’re in!” She then rushed over to check on him.

Meanwhile, I was resting on the sofa after my meal. I looked up to see that Ashton’s handsome face was now swollen with a streak of bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. Despite the sorry state that he was in, he still stood tall and proud, exuding a certain triumphant aura.

While Mrs. Eriksen was busy looking for a first-aid kit, I took a glance at him before turning to inform the older lady, “It’s getting late. I’m going to rest first.”

She gawked at my nonchalance, unable to say anything.

Avoiding Ashton’s intense gaze, I went upstairs.

I knew that I was being cruel by acting in such a cold-hearted way, but such was the fact of life, the more I took the initiative to care, the more I would be taken for granted. Just like I had things that I had hidden from him; he too, had many secrets that he had kept from me.

When I came out of the bathroom, Ashton was standing on the balcony, smoking. His tall and slender figure looked forlorn and cold.

Averting my gaze, I sat in front of my dressing table for my nightly skincare routine.

After a long while, and countless cigarettes later, he came in from the balcony and glanced at me before stepping into the bathroom.

Since it was already very late, I quickly dried my hair and went to bed, drifting into slumber almost immediately.

I guess we’re having a cold war again, huh.

yard of our villa sounded unusually loud. As the dazzling moonlight

discomfort, I tossed and turned as I tried to find the right position. Just then, a pair of large hands

to find that Ashton was trying to

bother to respond to you when I’m awake. What makes

looked at me sulkily, “Are you

eyes, still feeling sleepy.

sneered, before saying, “Seems like I

good look and well-dressed appearance, he is nothing

endured

won’t respond to me?” Thinking that I was beginning to respond

remained silent and let him

on the light on the bedside table and was prepared to carry

him recoiled in horror. The

at me and muttered in a hoarse voice, “Why didn’t you yell?” Panic was written all

abdomen and the blood that was flowing out of me continuously were all indications that the child inside me might be

feeling was not on

gripping pain that stemmed from being tightly crushed by something. The kind

getting down from the bed and bumped into the

did not say anything as I watched

phone, his fingers were trembling as they slid across the phone screen. It took him a long time

an urgency not heard before, “She is bleeding a lot! It’s really serious! I need an ambulance

up on the phone immediately after, he stumbled into the bathroom and emerged

to my bedside, he bent down and tried to wipe the blood away and to