When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He sneered again as pain crept upon his face. “You don’t understand!”

But I did. For someone who had darkness and loneliness in their heart, they wouldn’t hold on to the sunlight even if the sun came. He couldn’t let me go not because of love, but because he felt that I would be the same as Grandma. We would never chase him away no matter how despicable he was. The house in R Province would forever be his home.

He had no sense of belonging, and that was why he was lonely.

Sensing a cold gaze, I could not help but turn around to see Ashton staring at the two of us by the doorway.

I took my hand back and kept a distance away from John. It had been an instinctive move; I knew it was meaningless for me to do that, for John might not even care about it.

However, it was already a habit I could not get rid of.

Looking at John, I muttered, “Go back. I’ve buried Grandma at Hillcrest Cemetery. If you miss her, go visit her there.”

After finishing his words, I noticed that all emotions were gone from his face except for a tinge of loneliness.

“John, things that had gone by can only stay in the past. We can’t turn back the time. We can only move forward. If we keep turning back to look at our memories, we’ll only feel sorrowful, and we’ll never be able to do anything else.”

After Grandma passed on, I never returned to the house at R Province. I knew from then on, I was all by myself in this world.

I was a leaf with no roots. No matter how much I struggled, at the end of the day, someone would pick me up from the ground and throw me into the bin.

At that, I spared no glance at John and entered the villa.

only difference was that there were fresh flowers in the house, and

smiling. “The two of you left for such a long time. Half a month! I was beginning to

she sighed, “I’m glad

any words to say to anyone, to begin with, and

to him. All I did was climb onto the

Ashton would say something or even lose his temper, but he never said a single word the entire time. The

the side of the bed sink in. In the next second, I

sound of even breathing traveled into my ears, and I

hour later. When I opened my eyes,

lay still,

now looked at him

his eyes flew open, and we

his voice was still hoarse. He lifted his hand to tuck the stray strands of my hair behind my

my throat. Supporting myself up with my elbow and about to leave the bed when he held me down. He raised a brow and queried, “Where

out of the bed.” I moved again, but he held

huffed, “Ashton, let go

the bed and his hand slid to my stomach. I was five months pregnant now, and I was starting to feel

bright smile grew on his face. He exclaimed, “The baby’s

I could not help but chuckle, “Yes. I