When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 233

I didn’t have the courage to die because I was scared of the pain, be it slicing wrists or jumping off a building.

The fear of pain made me a cowardly person.

His face sank. “Scarlett, this is the last time. If you’d rather hurt yourself than get revenge, then I’m done. Whether you live or die will have nothing to do with me.”

I lifted my hand to grab his arm, apologizing in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my emotions take control of me!”

The fact was, I couldn’t bring myself to die just like that.

Seeing my red-rimmed eyes, he sighed and placed my hand underneath the blanket before saying, “Don’t do anything stupid again. You have a long way ahead of you. Take things slowly and you’ll be fine.”

I nodded and fell into a daze with my eyes fixated on the ceiling. Why couldn’t I run Ashton over? Why wasn’t I brave enough?

Sleep took over me once again, and it was already midnight by the time I woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I locked gazes with the man I was supposed to meet in the afterlife.

As usual, Ashton was clad in a black tailored suit. Perhaps because the heater was turned on, he took off his coat, revealing the impeccably ironed white shirt, which was completely befitting of his personality.

“You’re awake.” He came forward and looked at me with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

He was the last person I wanted to see, so I shut my eyes.

you hurting anywhere?” he

any desire to talk,

like some

dull pain. I’d had too many infusions in the past two months, so the bruise on

to get

all of a sudden, causing my eyes to fly wide open

in front of me. I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long time. Finally, I raised my

needle stuck into my hand. Ashton’s eyes were filled with pain as

my hand unexpectedly slipped out of my grasp. The glass shattered upon coming in contact with the floor, the

plummet. With a faint smile on my face, I

apologizing, my gaze on him was

in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to pick up the

hovering over us, so he spoke again, “Do you still

Perceiving the slight tremble in his hands, the chill

I knew that

I had noticed the repressed pain

that was all that

slowly raised his

do you think a quick death is

stayed silent, the pain he was feeling clearly

pulled out the drip needle on the back of my

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