When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He looked especially grouchy as he stared at me.

I hated this feeling of uncertainty. So I answered with a frown, “Yes! I will if you ask me.”

He got up and his shadow loomed over me. “Who was the man you hugged at the airport yesterday?”

I froze for a moment and gaped at him in disbelief. “Are you spying on me?” A wave of inexplicable anger boiled in me. “Wow, Ashton. What is the meaning of this? So I don’t even have the rights to freedom and privacy now?”

His gaze was suffocating and I backed away subconsciously. He grabbed hold of my shoulder and questioned, “Why are you so eager to back away? You’re my wife! Shouldn’t I know of your whereabouts?”

“Yes, yes. You should know. Whatever the great Mr. Fuller says is an order.” I shrugged off his hands the next second as I couldn’t stand the smell of tobacco and alcohol anymore.

Before I could even step out of the study, he grabbed hold of my wrist and took me in his arms. “You’re not planning to explain yourself?”

I despised the feeling of not having any privacy, so annoyance bubbled within me. “What’s there to explain? It’s just like how you saw, Mr. Fuller! I went to meet with the person I like and stayed the night with him at a hotel,” I shouted.

Then, I added as I turned around swiftly to look at him, “Can you let go of me if you’re satisfied with the answer, Mr. Fuller? I don’t like the smell of tobacco in here!”

Ashton’s eyes darkened and they turned terrifying. “I want the truth, Scarlett!”

“That’s the truth. It’s what you wanted to hear!” If he had enough trust for me, he wouldn’t have resorted to spying on me.

His hand that had landed around my waist tightened due to his anger. “Then, it seems like we don’t have anything else to talk about anymore.”

Ashton shoved me into the wall like a beast that had lost its temper and pressed me against it before tearing off my clothes forcefully.

in a deep breath and said

stopped moving. The man before me stared at me

had a speck of

couldn’t help but furrow my brows when I looked at him coldly. “Will you

nodded, the look in his eyes

I didn’t tell him about the illness. There was no point in telling him something that couldn’t even be

whispered, “Am I still the one who is in here?” As he

for a second. My voice was especially low as I said,

hide the desire in his eyes as he lowered his head and planted a kiss on my

I quickly grabbed his hand. “I

darkened. I pursed my lips at that, unable to vent my emotions out. This was an illness.

“Alright!”

bathroom after that. He could have been feeling terrible after several times. His breathing was heavy as he pushed me into the wall

I instantly took his

……

was still hoarse as he said, “Be good… Let’s just give it a

replied while shaking my

he saw that I was

with it for

as

so we might as

I spoke and saw the unhappy look on

to him, “I’m sorry.