When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I nodded and replied, “I’m fine. Sir, my family is here now. Thanks for your help, and sorry for all the trouble. You can go now.”

Looking slightly intimidated by the expression on Ashton’s face, the driver shuddered a little. Bowing his head, he muttered one last apology before bolting out of the door.

However, the nurse didn’t seem to want to leave. She stood by the bed, arranging the medicine bottles slowly, shooting admiring glances at Ashton when she thought he wasn’t looking.

Ashton was a handsome man to begin with, and he attracted the attention of people wherever he went. Besides, because of the cold, arrogant expression he constantly wore on his face, girls tended to flock to him in droves.

“How did you get hit by a car?” Ashton asked, shooting a look of consternation at my bandaged foot. It quite resembled a dumpling.

I thought for a moment before replying sheepishly, “I got lost in my thoughts while walking and accidentally walked onto the road. That’s how I got myself into this spot of trouble.”

Ashton frowned. “What do you even have eyes for?”

I pouted sulkily. Tilting my head at him, I demanded, “Shouldn’t you be hugging and comforting me right now? I’m not really in the mood for another lecture.”

The nurse finally left the room. I looked up at him and muttered, “Stop being so cold all the time. I might misunderstand one day and think you have zero concern for me.”

He walked over to me and looked down at my bandaged injuries. Sighing, he said, “Make sure you look out for cars when you’re walking. Thank goodness you only sustained light injuries this time. If it were any more serious, I might see you at the mortuary.”

I was speechless.

This man’s thought process never failed to amaze me.

of pastries next to my bed. “Were you buying these when you got knocked

I had pastries from this shop once and they were the

exactly a big fan of

my chin towards my bandaged hands. “Do you think I could

handsome that it was almost a sin. “Show me how much you love me,

I asked, cocking my

one look at the mischievous expression in his eyes told

a second before registering

was too lazy to play games with him—instead, I planted a kiss on his cheeks and asked smilingly, “Are you happy

grinned back at me.

of the pastries, I gazed at him and ventured cautiously, “Ashton, do you think the dead can

of Marcus’s death, I saw his lifeless body laying in a pool of his own blood. How was it

“Did you see something? Why are

to change

difficult to rest in the hospital. After a few hours there,

off in the bedroom, he made his way to the study, saying that

I couldn’t stop thinking about the man I had

lying in bed for a long time, I finally

the phone, he sounded very tired indeed. “It’s been five hours, you know. Tell me honestly—why did you skip our

that I was supposed to meet John at Joy Luck Boutique for my