When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I could not find the box.

Meanwhile, Ashton had his hands folded as he watched me. After sparing him a glimpse, I said, “Go ahead and wash up first. I’m going to keep looking for it.”

He was quiet for a while. “Do you know what’s inside the box Grandpa gave to you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t. Mrs. Eriksen only told me that I could give the box to you if I really didn’t want to marry you. I don’t what Grandpa put in there. Maybe he was planning to deter you from marrying me by threatening you with Fuller Corporation.”

He sneered, “How shallow.”

I did not deny his words. After what seemed ages of searching, I still couldn’t seem to find it. By now, I was starting to feel irritated. “Grandpa gave it to you. Have you seen the box?”

He glanced at me. “Are you short of money now?”

Taken aback by his words, I replied, “No.”

“Then it’s meaningless for you to look for the box. In the box is Grandpa’s money for you. I’m sure he was afraid that you would starve to death if you left me.”

Knitting my brows, I felt a tinge of anger. “You opened it?”

He nodded truthfully.

Fuller,” I snapped. “That was mine! What right did you

not the first time he had done such a thing. The last time, he brought me to Cameron without my consent and asked her to take my hair for a DNA test. This time, he opened the box

was feeling at that moment. “I have no plans to divorce you, so

you think I have to let you do anything you please because I’m married to you? Do I not

he straightened his back and said with a sigh, “I was wrong not to

Are you trying to change the topic so easily? Do you think of me as the same as that

is between you and me.” He had a frown on his face, evidently displeased by my words. “We’re

I asked, “Are

that remark, he

married couple. We’re only a couple because of your parents. There’s someone in your heart – I know I don’t have a place in it. Naturally, I won’t be respected. That’s why you can do anything you want with my things, and that’s why you

had piled up over the days, and the box had been the final straw. I knew I could no longer close an eye to

placidly said to me, “Scarlett, you’re my wife, and I respect you. I’ve apologized for the box, and I’m not

tone sounded, but

had kept in my heart for a long time. The opportunity to voice it out loud had

eyes on me. I could not decipher the emotions in them,

thought

I nodded. “Yes.”

with an apathetic expression. In fact, I sensed that