When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I almost choke on my soup when I heard Ashton answering her, “Yes!”

He fell in love with me? I must have heard it wrongly…

Rebecca continued at the top of her voice, “That’s impossible! What you feel toward her is nothing but a sense of guilt and responsibility, not love! She’s been by your side for two years after all, not to mention she’s pregnant with your child now…”

Ashton was never a smooth talker, so when he saw that Rebecca was throwing her tantrum, he uttered flatly, “That’s enough, Rebecca. Go back with Joe!”

He had probably kept his voice low the whole time to avoid disturbing me as much as possible. Soon, the doorbell rang again, and there came Joe.

Rebecca wailed and flailed about as Joe dragged her out of the villa.

As soon as everything quietened down, Ashton came into the dining hall. I was almost done eating by then. He looked at me with tired eyes as he pinched his brows. “How’s breakfast?”

The food wasn’t bad, so I nodded. “Did you not sleep well last night?”

Smiling wearily, he sat beside me and pulled me into his embrace. His chin rested upon my shoulder. “Do you have any plans for the evening?”

I paused a little before answering him, “I might be going out for a bit. I haven’t managed to spend time with Macy these few days ever since she came back. I’m thinking I should pay her a visit.”

I knew that Jackson should have arrived in J City by now. But there was no need to tell Ashton about this yet. It’s not like I was having a fatal illness anyway.

somewhat upset. “Looks like I’ll have to be home alone

“Ashton…” I slowly looked up. “Whatever you said to

my own image reflecting off his clear eyes vividly.

this day onward!” Whether love truly existed between us or not, nothing weighed more in

me, but I was certain that he would be responsible toward me and our child. He wasn’t one to give up on

that alone was good enough

room before I left. It surely felt like there was less space

the airport straight from the villa gave me just enough time to arrive at three o’clock, which was the

the arrival hall, the man who came into view looked like a different person. I froze for a millisecond. How did he suddenly

trending lately. His shades were positioned perfectly above his sharp nose bridge. He strode with confidence while his moderate-length hair

my body was crushed beneath the embrace of this man who now spanned a height of

time no see! How did you shoot up so much?” As we parted, the close-up view of him was

himself up now, I would say he could easily be on

cheeks teasingly and grinned. “I’m what they called a late bloomer. Who knows? I

him while talking. I pursed my lips. “You’re going

“Why isn’t Macy here to greet

a laugh. This guy was still as cheeky as ever. “You’ll get to see her in a moment! She

seatbelt. The corner of his