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.

dragged the man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing punches at him without showing

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

charm as Ashton cast him to the ground and launched a

grunt from the drunk yet

was about to rush over to Marcus’ side once more, I got in his way and stopped him in a calm manner. “Ashton, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke

and started panting heavily.

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. White to the hospital before sending him back to his place? Thanks in

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

glared at me in the eyes to

for the entire incident, but

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

supposed to tell him when I have

too much and ended up being drunk! Speaking of which,

frown and raised his volume because he

he managed to see right through my

eyes, I decided to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew it would be impossible

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

tried, didn’t I? You have no

to rebuke my statement. All of a

“Why don’t you beat me up just like how you have beaten Marcus to a pulp? I mean, if it

knew it sounded dumb, but literally, that was the only thing I could think

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