When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I guess I shouldn’t get my hopes high since I was talking to a drunkard.

As soon as he heard my words, he stared at me with his abysmal pair of eyes and a frowned look. He was cradling me in his arms while caressing my head.

I pushed him away because I knew what he had in his mind. “Marcus, you’re drunk!”

Nevertheless, the man didn’t even budge the slightest. Since we were next to the street, I was afraid I would push him off to the bustling streets and get him involved in an accident.

In the end, we ended up behaving as though we were making out in the middle of nowhere, being lovey-dovey in public.

“Marcus-” I yelled at him to express my frustration because he started running his hands behind my back.

Before I could reprimand him, I felt him being lunged away from me full force. A few seconds later, I heard a muffled grunt from him.

By the time I returned to my senses, Ashton and Marcus had gotten involved in an intense fight. To be precise, Ashton started beating Marcus to a pulp with all his might.

Within a few seconds, Marcus’ face was bruised. Perhaps because he was awfully drunk, he was defenseless against Ashton and allowed the brutal man to throw several consecutive punches at his face relentlessly.

I sprinted over and grasped the hem of Ashton’s shirt to stop him. As I was worried that something bad would happen, I warned him, “Ashton, stop! He’s going to die for real if you keep going on!”

Ashton’s expression darkened, and then he asked callously, “Are you worried about him?”

I responded with a frown while Marcus remarked sarcastically, “Scarlett, I knew it! You still care about me, don’t you?”

To be honest, I was completely speechless because of the things Marcus said in front of Ashton – it sounded as though Marcus had a death wish and couldn’t wait for Ashton to send him to hell.

expected, Ashton got increasingly infuriated and dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing punches at

no matter how brutal Ashton was. “Ashton, the more you beat me up, the more Scarlett cares about

wrong with Marcus’ mind. His words worked like a charm as Ashton cast him to the ground and launched a few merciless kicks on his

could hear another muffled grunt from the drunk yet brutally beaten-up

once more, I got in his way and stopped him in a calm manner. “Ashton, can’t

pursed his lips and started panting heavily. “This jerk

rolled my eyes helplessly and decided to stay away from the heavily injured man to prevent further conflicts. Thankfully, Richard rushed out when he heard the commotion. “Mr. Blackwood, can you do me a favor and bring Mr.

a peek at the indifferent Ashton and responded with a nod and a smirk. He proceeded

at me

blamed for the entire incident, but I tried to defend

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

am I supposed to tell him when I have just explained

said, “Nothing was going on between us! He was the one who drank too much and ended up being drunk! Speaking of which, I ran into Stacey in the restaurant just now. She seemed to be living a tough life. Are you the one behind her

raised his volume because he

he managed to see right through my plan

at Ashton in the eyes, I decided to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew

since I was dead silent. “Aren’t you

tried, didn’t I? You have no intention

to rebuke my

like how you have beaten Marcus

knew it sounded dumb, but literally, that was the only

little bemused, yet he replied indifferently, “I’ll definitely take you out someday