When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Okay, I’ll end the call then,” I replied.

Looking at the rockery in the backyard, my heart raced as if someone was gently squeezing it. It hurt a little, but I felt touched.

Ashton was good at taking care of others. I had known that a long time ago. If someone had a place in his heart, he would take care of that person until that person knew not how to do anything.

However, I could not help but wonder, How long will days as heartwarming and perfect as these last?

The sun slowly set, and Devon had indeed instructed someone to send the soup to me. What came with the soup were some dishes that were suitable for pregnant women.

I did not eat much. After the men who were remodeling the rooms were gone, I walked around the house.

Many parts of the house had changed. The collections that were originally in the living room were gone. Some I had broken, and the remaining Ashton had kept it at the warehouse.

Warm lights were installed in the dark house, and even the brown couch was changed into a deep blue one. The house now felt somewhat homely.

A carpet had been placed over the grand staircase, and many warm-palette paintings now hung by the corridor. As for the nursery, the men had furnished the room with a sky-blue theme – a perfect choice.

Just by looking at the room, one could not help but brighten up.

However, tears brimmed in my eyes. Is he doing this for the baby or me?

It’s probably for the baby.

I clung to that moment, hoping that it would freeze in time as I remained in the nursery. In my daze, I did not realize the house’s doorbell had been ringing for ages.

finally registering the noise, I rushed

he had a scornful look on his face. “How big is the house that Ms. Stovall

harsh comment. I then spotted Ashton, who was leaning against the

wafted across my nose. Frowning, I helped

giving me another look

like he was drunk, but not at the same time—he seemed distracted, and he was quiet. All he did the entire time was to hang his head in a

as I shook his

look at me, and I could see

and sighed. It seemed like he had drunk more than usual, so I stood up

his leg, he narrowed

some water for you.” Why does he look like a child when he acts like

nodded. “I’ll come with you.” With that said, he stood up. Unfortunately for him,

things difficult for yourself.” You’re already in such a state. Why are you insisting on

of his body, as if he had no bones. I could not help but sigh as I lifted the glass to his lips. “Open your

me, he mumbled,

to take his clothes off when he stopped me. “Don’t

now.” A glance at the time told me it was

stood up, and announced, “Okay, I’ll be heading home

Huh?

much did

the bed, I cupped his cheeks and told

usual coldness in his eyes was nowhere to be found at that moment. Instead, some tenderness was in his eyes. He reached up to touch my

looks like he really drank a