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.

man that was pinned to the ground up, throwing punches

the other hand, Marcus seemed to have lost his mind – he wouldn’t stop grinning no matter how brutal

worked like a charm as Ashton cast him to the ground and launched a few merciless kicks

grunt from the drunk yet brutally beaten-up

and stopped him in a calm manner. “Ashton, can’t you tell he’s trying to provoke you deliberately? Do you really want to kill him

and started panting

conflicts. Thankfully, Richard rushed out when he heard the commotion. “Mr. Blackwood, can you do me a

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

departed, Ashton glared at me in the eyes to

be blamed for the entire

“I-I… H-He’s drunk!”

“So what about it?”

I supposed to tell him when I have just

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

and raised his volume because he was enraged. “Scarlett,

to see right through

to keep my mouth shut tight because I knew it would be impossible for me to talk some sense into

indifferently since I was dead silent. “Aren’t

have no intention

stuttered in return because he was at a loss for better words to

like how you have beaten Marcus to a pulp? I mean, if it helps, why not,

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

replied indifferently,