When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He gazed at me and replied in a low voice. “Why do you want the sleeping pills? I told Mrs. Eriksen to take them away.”

As I was irritated, he stood up and put on his jacket. “Let’s go to the hospital.”

I pushed him away. “Ashton, just give me the pills, please. I just want to sleep. Can’t you let me take the pills and sleep peacefully for one night? Why do you insist on bringing me out?”

Mrs. Eriksen heard the commotion and chimed in immediately. “The pills are with me. I’ll go take them now. Letty, calm down. I’ll bring them here now!”

Ashton stopped Mrs. Eriksen firmly. “She’ll become dependent on it. You—”

“Shut up, Ashton!” I turned to Mrs. Eriksen and ordered, “Bring me the pills now!”

She looked at Ashton to gain his approval.

I yelled in fury, “Ashton, if you want to control me, why would you bring me back? Are you delighted to see me in pain?”

Furrowing his brows, he hugged me tightly to comfort me. “I wasn’t trying to control you. It’s bad to take too many sleeping pills. You might become dependent on it.”

“Shut the f*ck up! If you won’t let me sleep, send me to Marcus. Stop torturing me!”

“Scarlett!” His eyes reddened in anger. I was too stubborn and emotional, so he caved in. “Bring her the pills.”

scurried away and promptly returned with a

it was enough. I grabbed it from her and

at me in bed, he turned to Mrs. Eriksen and commanded in a low voice. “Call Jared now and tell

nodded profusely

pill, I calmed down

fell asleep with the help of medication,

I sensed him

couldn’t open my eyes. Perhaps it was because of

saying my condition could be related

in the worst situation. Make sure someone stays with her all the time. She might hurt herself anytime. When she’s mentally and physically hurt, she’ll make irrational decisions with no warning. At least she expressed her emotions

Ashton grunted in response.

hear the rest of their conversation as I drifted into

I thought the pill would allow me to sleep till

by the bedside table was switched on. I was afraid of the

awake, I rolled over but accidentally jostled my wound again. I inhaled sharply at the

opened

gazes met, I knitted my brows.

wrapped an arm around me. “Are you going to be mad at