When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The sun was at its highest point, and the temperature hit the highest of the day. When Ashton was back, I was sitting on the couch in the living room, sweating profusely while staring blankly into space.

Upon noticing the perspiration covering my forehead, he raised his voice to reproach me, “Are you planning to die from heatstroke, killing the baby as well?”

I shoot him an indifferent glance while remaining silent. Then, ignoring his presence, I went back to the bedroom to get some rest. I was not in the mood to talk with him, knowing very well that we would end up getting into an argument.

He entered the bedroom after me. After looking around for some time, he found a white smock dress and tossed it to me. “Get yourself changed! We’re going out right now.”

I was feeling exhausted, so I gave him the brush-off. “I don’t want to.”

He said as a matter of fact, “Today is Benjamin’s birthday, and they are having a small family gathering. Aunt Sally called just now to invite us over for dinner.”

Although he didn’t put pressure on me, it would be too unthoughtful of me if I absented myself from Benjamin’s birthday. Letting out a sigh, I changed into the dress and then put on light makeup.

In the car, Ashton gave me a sidelong glance before he asked, “What did Ms. Anderson say to you?”

I was slightly bewildered but immediately understood that either the bodyguards or the doctors must have informed him that someone had paid a visit to the villa.

then find myself an honest and reliable man

snorted while starting the engine. “Looks like you have got it all planned out. But aren’t you afraid that

and couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him. “You can only see

he retorted. “Ms. Anderson asked me to leave you for her daughter. Pretty good

came to a stop at a traffic light, he

can afford the baby and me a comfortable life.” The way the rich settled matters was surely unimaginable

sneered, “Did you accept

if the baby asks for his father when he grows up? How are you going to answer him?” He pretended to ask casually while turning the steering wheel to the right, keeping his

was at a loss for words. Regardless, he continued criticizing me with his sharp tongue, “Must you find

who’s stupid!” Glaring at him, I scoffed, “Don’t you know why I’m finding the baby a stepfather? That’s

why Cameron was willing to spend so much money just

so she did all this to make her

I’m an idiot. “Now I believe

sarcastic remark. Ugh! This man is truly a conversation

is that you take good care of yourself and the baby. We’ll live a peaceful life, with just you, me, and the baby.” He made a turn onto the avenue before continuing to reassure me. “You need not worry that I can’t take good care of you and the baby. We can live a

car window. A moment later, I asked in a barely audible voice, “If you