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.

infuriated and dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing

have lost his mind – he wouldn’t stop grinning no matter how brutal Ashton was. “Ashton, the more you beat me up,

definitely wrong with Marcus’ mind. His words worked like a charm as Ashton cast him to the ground and launched a

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

manner. “Ashton, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke

started panting heavily. “This jerk asked

from the heavily injured man to prevent further conflicts. Thankfully, Richard rushed out when he heard the commotion.

a peek at the indifferent Ashton and responded with a nod and a smirk. He proceeded to bring Marcus up and brought

glared at me in

for the entire incident, but I tried to

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

does he mean? What am I supposed to tell him

ended up being drunk! Speaking of which, I ran into Stacey in the

volume because he was enraged.

to see right through my plan

at Ashton in the eyes, I decided to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew it would be impossible for me

silence, asking indifferently since I was

tried, didn’t I? You have no intention to listen

a loss for better words to rebuke my statement. All of a sudden, I couldn’t help

beat me up just like how

it sounded dumb, but literally, that was

a little bemused, yet he replied indifferently, “I’ll