When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 263

Ashton sneered and pinched my cheek. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”

After Ashton departed, I planned to return to bed and take another nap before starting my day, but my phone on the nightstand had started buzzing.

I took a peek and noticed I have an incoming call from an anonymous number. The first call was hung up by the person on the other end because I had no intention to pick it up.

After several consecutive calls, I picked it up and heard a man’s hoarse voice the moment the call got through. “I’m at your doorstep!”

“John?” I was surprised.

“Are you trying to avoid me?” he replied, utterly irritated.

“N-No! I’m not in K City! Currently, I’m at J City!”

He got worked up all of a sudden and yelled, “Stop it! I’m currently at Peakville Estate! Are you going to open the door or not?”

I finally figured out the reason behind his frustration – it turned out he was right at my doorstep, yet I refused to pick up the call.

After I changed and headed downstairs, I noticed the maid had gotten the breakfast ready. I told her to get me another serving and pack it for me.

By the time I reached the entrance, I saw the Bugatti that was parked right in front of the gate. The driver of the eye-catching vehicle winded down the window and instructed, “Get in the car!”

As soon as I boarded the car, I caught a whiff of a pleasant scent. Perhaps it the air freshener that was applied to conceal the awful stench of tobacco.

John laid the seat flat and stared at me with his pale and haggard face while he took another whiff of smoke. “Why have you blacklisted my contact number?”

few seconds later, I asked, “Huh? Since when have I

you spent the night

while he scoffed, “Hmph! He must be the one behind

had blacklisted John’s contact number? Though, why would Ashton pick on John

called me last

he called me at

should have seen that coming!” I blurted out the things in my mind. After all, no ordinary man would

was rushed to the hospital last night,

conversation Cameron had

enough sleep last night. “I have

“Which was…”

doll?” He queried with an odd expression that made it hard to

seconds to grasp the things he was talking about. In the end, I stared at him with

told her it would take a seven to eight-month-old fetus to produce a custom-made voodoo doll. Coincidentally,

I should be grateful because you have gotten rid of her on my behalf. At least

asked, “Where’s your phone? I want you to unblock me at

my phone, going through the contact list to search for John’s contact. There was no way John could reach me since Ashton

started dissing Ashton for

is the only person who will resort to such a childish and despicable

set of breakfast I had brought along with me

you everything about Rebecca, but

a sentimental man and tend to overthink things whenever he

by Cameron’s words, I was pretty

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