When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 306

I nodded and hummed a response, then searched for a pair of shoes from the shoe rack.

Molly peered at me with hesitation stark in her eyes. “Madam, it’s late now and it’s still snowing outside. Why don’t you wait for Mr. Ashton to finish his shower and go with him?”

“It’s fine.”

I walked out of the living room and noticed two bodyguards standing guard at the door. My face fell and I snapped, “Step aside.”

Both of them remained silent.

Molly had already gone upstairs to call Ashton.

My brows drew together with rage, but I was aware that I was no match for the two burly men.

They blocked my path, remaining immovable like two stone statues.

Shortly after, Ashton came down in a bathrobe with water still dripping from his hair.

Seeing me all dressed up, he frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“To do what?”

Irritation clawed at me. “To see a doctor.”

“I’ll get Jared to come

the only one who could hold a funeral for him was Sally, but of course she wouldn’t be willing to

had to do

and his mouth grew taut. “You’re going to see a doctor at the hospital at a time like this? Are you using that as an excuse

sneered. “What does it matter

stop. Aunt Sally will handle Marcus’ funeral. There are others in the White family who can handle it too. Why should you go? Will you stop only

so I could only shoot him a withering stare. In the end, I stormed back into

after me and softened his tone. “I’ll send someone to deal with Marcus’ funeral.

look at him, noticing the winding staircase behind him from the corner

completely within his reach, he could’ve

he miraculously managed to maintain his

him, then spun on my heels and returned to the

was blood on his forehead and the corner of his mouth. His legs and hands were also injured from

eyes, planning to

be angry, but his eyes darkened a few shades as he stalked toward me. Lowering himself beside the bed, he

word, I opened my eyes to give

sturdy body, nuzzling my forehead with the tip of his nose as he asked in a low whisper, “Doesn’t your heart ache for your injured

pursed my lips, refusing to speak. Does my

Yes!

his reflexes, falling down the stairs wouldn’t pose that big of a problem. At most, he

think this is nothing compared to Marcus’ death and that it doesn’t deserve your

in my chest, but I

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