When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Thus, Ashton was simply overthinking it.

When we finally arrived home, I was too tired to even get out of the car, so he carried me bridal style all the way into the bedroom.

In no time, I was soundly asleep.

…

The next day, I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. When I tried to find my handphone, only did I realize that I’ve accidentally left it in the pavilion.

After washing up, I headed downstairs and was instantly greeted by Mrs. Eriksen, who was brought back to the house by Ashton. “Good morning! Your baby bump looks bigger! Well, I bet it’s a baby boy.”

I was amused. “We didn’t check the baby’s gender to keep it a surprise, so I can’t tell right now.”

Mrs. Eriksen pursed her lips upon hearing my words. Fixing her eyes on my belly, she insisted on her opinion, “Believe me, the baby must be a boy! Oh, I almost forgot! We’ve prepared some fish stew for you. The broth is rich and well-seasoned. Come, have a taste!” Both Mrs. Eriksen and Molly had prepared a tableful of dishes.

Having not seen Ashton anywhere, I asked, “Where is Ashton?” Has he gone to the office again?

“Mr. Ashton left the house early in the morning, but he said he would have lunch with you. I think he’ll be back at any minute.” Mrs. Eriksen replied while serving the fish stew and other dishes.

I knew Ashton was very busy lately, and I agreed with Cameron in saying he was an ambitious man. After all, his goal was never K City, but the global market. K City was only his stepping stone to take his company global by entering the Western European market.

The thought of this left me feeling deflated. Cameron was right. If Ashton chooses to be with Rebecca, he could’ve gotten more support and help in building his business empire.

little help to him. Even after I gave birth to the baby, I could no longer work in Fuller Corporation after that accident at HiTech and the problem with AC Credit. Thus, I could only work

in my throat. In an

me a glass of water and then patted me on my back. “Oh no! You got a fishbone stuck in your throat! Are

hard, but the sharp pain in my throat instantly brought tears to

up the phone to call for

time to see them

answered, “Letty got a fishbone

my aid. “Open your mouth!” he

open with his fingers to examine my condition. Soon after that, he loosened his grip and then gave Molly an order. “Call Dr. Linnard

to the living room

a hurry? The food is all yours. I won’t

words. Looking at him with a pitiful face,

bridge of his nose helplessly. “That will teach you a lesson. It will serve as a reminder to

couldn’t believe not only that he didn’t try to console me, but he reprimanded me

tried to take the heat off me. “Mr.

Eventually, he

stuck in your pharynx. It’s

fishbone was finally removed, but I had

my subtle act of pushing the fish stew aside,

Linnard left, he took a seat beside me and then