When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Realizing it was me by the door, he stiffened. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m here to visit you.” I put the takeaways I bought for him on his desk. “I know you haven’t eaten, so I brought you some food.”

Confused by my actions, he asked, “You don’t ever come without reason. What’s up?”

Rendered speechless for a second, I flashed him an awkward smile. “Do you remember the time I went to A City for a business trip?”

He nodded as he started digging into his food. Perhaps he had been in the office the entire day, for I could see that he seemed weary.

I continued, “When I asked you to pick Macy up, did you leave after you sent her to the hotel?”

I was not good with words. An outstanding example of it would be this moment. I had wanted to ask him about it in a subtle manner, but I ended up being straightforward.

All his motions halted, and he looked at me incredulously. “You’re not good at taking the long route. Speak your mind.”

I covered my face for a brief moment, feeling foolish.

“Did you do it with Macy that night?” Right after the words left my mouth, I had the urge to hit my head on the desk. What the f*ck did I just say?

He looked at me and lifted a brow. “Do what?”

It was immensely awkward and inappropriate to discuss this with a man.

Unfortunately, I was the one who started the topic; I could not stop it right now.

you guys have sex?” I rephrased my question before waiting for his reply

in his eyes, he inquired, “Why don’t you tell me

seconds away

I could not tell him about Macy’s pregnancy. I did not know whether his knowledge would be a good thing or a bad thing

of water at that moment,

dabbing the puddle

guilty, but the words were already out of my mouth. All I could do was to steel myself and repeated, “So did

raised both brows before he responded, “You should rest more since you’re already four months pregnant. Everything you say and

definitely baffled by

just change

up and went back to his work. He gave me no more replies about what had

his silence was an answer as well—it was likely that

as I was about to open my mouth again, someone pushed open Jared’s office door. It was Ashton, striding in with

at him before he uttered, “Take your wife home and talk to her about sexual

What?

toward me as the look in his eyes darkened. He then peeked at Jared and

asked

husband stared at me, I gave him a dry laugh before I awkwardly explained, “I was just curious.

was Ashton’s question

jumped to his feet from his chair. Glaring at us, he groaned, “You two are

I was not going to continue interrogating

helped me up before he headed out of the office with me. While I walked behind him, I

silent. It seemed like anger to me, but