When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

I answered the call and immediately heard a cold voice screech, “Scarlett!”

It was Ashton. I guess he must have come out of the ER.

“Yes!” I answered. Upon seeing I’m on a call, Nick stood up and went to get some drinks.

“What are you doing?” I could tell that the man on the other side of the line was not in a good mood.

“I’m having barbecue now!” I told him, frankly.

He responded with a cold short. “Enjoying barbecue while your husband is still at the hospital? You’re seriously the best wife ever.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Since you still have the strength to be mad at me, I guess you’re doing fine.”

If he can quarrel with me, his injuries mustn’t be that serious, right?

Nick soon returned with a few bottles of drinks and said, “Have some drinks to cool you down.”

I gave him a thumbs-up to express my appreciation.

“Who’s that? Who’s with you?” Ashton asked impatiently.

annoyed as I was having a hard time talking to him over the phone and barbecuing my food at the

You should be taking care of me!” He sounded

not mistaken, Ms. Larson is there with you, right? What if I get into a fight with her, and you can’t do anything about it? I

phone on silent mode, and continued to

and we left after Nick had paid for the dinner. As we walked around the area, the man noticed some pop-up stalls. “Do you want to go and have

his offer as I was not a big fan of shopping. “Let’s just

raised his brows in questioning silence but eventually

didn’t drink tonight and was able to send me

the villa, Nick stopped his car by the entrance and looked me in the eyes. “If one day, Ashton and you decide to go separate ways, I can take care of

a wry smile, “Thank you, but I don’t think that will ever happen.

he did not drive his own car today, I allowed him to drive

the villa, I saw someone I did not wish to

was sorting out Ashton’s clothes in the living hall. Perhaps Mrs. Eriksen was busy with something

the woman immediately looked away with a deadpan expression. She

out my phone and saw a few missed calls. They were all from

the notifications straight away and

the R Province police department. How

trespassed my property, and I want to lodge a report. Please send police to Peakville Estate, Zone D,

“Just a moment, please.”

stared at me in disbelief.

and leaned against a wall by the