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.

Ashton got increasingly infuriated and dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing punches at him without showing him

the other hand, Marcus seemed to have lost his mind – he wouldn’t stop grinning no matter how brutal Ashton was. “Ashton, the more you beat me up, the more Scarlett cares

Ashton cast him to the ground and launched a

from the drunk yet brutally beaten-up man

“Ashton, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke you deliberately? Do you really want to kill him and be thrown behind

started panting heavily.

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. White to the hospital before

and a smirk. He

they departed, Ashton glared at me in the eyes to

the entire incident, but I tried to

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

he mean? What am I supposed to tell him when I have just explained the reason behind

and 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.

volume because he was enraged. “Scarlett, stop trying

managed to see right through

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

man broke the silence, asking indifferently since I was dead silent. “Aren’t you going to

I? You have no intention to listen to me at

words to rebuke my statement. All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but find

seconds later, I offered, “Why don’t you beat me up just like how you have beaten Marcus to a

that was the only thing I could

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