When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Eventually, I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water stung as it hit my swollen bits. After a minute-long shower, I stumbled back toward the bed and collapsed onto it.

I was so drained that I was already fast asleep when Ashton walked out of the bathroom after his shower.

I could vaguely remember him holding me for a bit before leaving.

When I woke up, night had already fallen. Sleeping in the daytime always made me feel as if I had a hangover.

I took my time to get out of bed.

Ashton seemed to be busy with his phone calls in the study. Upon seeing me come downstairs, Mrs. Eriksen immediately went to the kitchen to get me some food.

I did not really have the appetite for all the dishes she had prepared and got her to keep them after a few bites.

The sound of a heavy downpour could be heard from outside. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Seeing that Mrs. Eriksen was still occupied in the kitchen, I went to get the door myself. It was Kristina.

She looked absolutely stunning. At the golden age of twenty years old, she seemed to be able to rock anything she wore.

Nevertheless, she was already very much a fashionista herself. Donning a military green casual top matched with a pair of black high-rise wide pants, she looked youthful but classy. Her hair and accessories also looked good.

“Hi, Ms. Stovall. I’m here to deliver the documents that the president requested!” She said as she closed her umbrella, her charcoal eyes peering behind my shoulder.

She was obviously looking at Ashton.

I nodded. “Come on in!”

but wonder why would Ashton get a girl to send him documents on such a stormy

study, also frowned

sick. He’s kind of occupied with that now, so he got me to come

the documents

cup of water in hand, she looked at Ashton and said, “Mr. Ashton, Ms. Stovall didn’t eat much just now. I think she’s feeling under the weather too. How about you

a little taken aback. Evidently, those words were not

was a slight change to Kristina’s expression at that but

overthinking this. In the two years that I had been together with Ashton, there was something that I sure about, and that was the fact that

would lay a finger on just any

he gave me a look and nodded.

leave. She gave Ashton a look and promptly made her way

organize the documents, Mrs. Eriksen pulled me to one side surreptitiously and asked, “Hey, Letty. How could you just let some strange woman enter the house like that? Did you

not that serious, you know? He’s quite busy with

it to me. That girl clearly has a crush on Mr. Ashton.

dropped the

sleeping for half a day, my eyes felt swollen and dry, so I decided to wash up again. When I came out of the bathroom, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw a bowl of

Eriksen had already returned to her own room. On the

me, he said, “Go and have some soup

“You made it?”

a taste,”

that Mrs. Eriksen brought out of nowhere and the fact that he agreed to it so casually, I never would have expected that he would actually prepare the