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.

rephrased my question before waiting for

without any expressions in his eyes,

seconds away

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

that moment, and he spat out his mouthful of water upon

it to him. After dabbing the puddle of water on his desk, he questioned,

felt a little guilty, but the words were already out of my mouth. All I

responded, “You should rest more since you’re already four months pregnant. Everything you say and do will affect the development of

was definitely baffled by

just change the

said, the man stood up and went back to his work. He gave me no more replies about what had happened that

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

pushed open Jared’s office door. It was Ashton, striding in

before he uttered, “Take your wife home and talk to her about sexual relationships. She seemed

What?

He then peeked at Jared and asked,

“She asked me if I’ve

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

That was Ashton’s question

to his feet from his chair. Glaring at us, he

no direct answer, I

like Ashton was here for me, as he helped me up before he headed out of the office with me. While I walked behind him, I felt a trace of fear

It seemed like