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?”

to talk, I remained

like some

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

started to get

causing my eyes to fly

it but didn’t

difficult task with the needle stuck into my

slipped out of my grasp. The glass

plummet. With a faint

was apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had

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

he spoke again, “Do you still want some water? I’ll pour you another

the slight tremble

suffocated to death. Did you see it?” I knew that with John’s personality, he would’ve

appeared, I had noticed the repressed

cried, and that was all that mattered to me—knowing that

and he slowly raised

I sneered, “Mr. Fuller, do you think a quick

pain he was feeling clearly

pulled out the drip needle on the

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