When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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?”

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

you spent the

nodded and affirmed his thoughts while he scoffed, “Hmph! He must be the one behind

was the one who had blacklisted John’s contact number?

you called

told me he called me at three o’clock

out the things in my mind. After all,

rushed to the hospital last night, and I don’t think her

was astonished by his statement and recalled the conversation Cameron had with Ashton at three in the morning. “What have you shown

though he didn’t have enough sleep last night. “I have shown her the photos of

“Which was…”

of a voodoo doll?” He queried with an odd expression that made it hard

In the end, I stared at him with my eyes widened in disbelief.

take a seven to eight-month-old fetus to produce a custom-made voodoo doll. Coincidentally, her child is about

and couldn’t be sure if I should be delighted or not. “Fine, I guess I should be grateful because you have gotten rid of

asked, “Where’s your phone? I want you

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

dissing Ashton

Ashton is the only person who will resort to

throughout the session and handed over the set of breakfast I had brought along with me to

and tell you everything about Rebecca, but I ended up being frustrated for the

was such a sentimental man and tend to overthink things whenever he was on his

on Rebecca’s way?” Judging by Cameron’s words, I was pretty sure she was suspicious of me