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.

“Were you buying

you want to try some? They taste pretty good. I had pastries from this shop once and they were the best I’ve

of pastries. “Do

my bandaged

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

asked, cocking my head in

look at the mischievous expression in his eyes told me

a second

play games with him—instead, I planted a kiss on his cheeks and asked smilingly,

grinned back at me. “Just

pastries, I gazed at him and ventured cautiously, “Ashton, do

in a pool of his own blood. How was

knitted his brows. “Did you see something? Why are you

laughing it off. I tried to change the topic hastily. “I was

to rest in the hospital. After a few hours there, I found myself begging Ashton to

bedroom, he made his way to the

of Marcus still haunted my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man I had met in

in bed for a long time, I finally gave

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

suddenly remembered that I was supposed to meet John at Joy Luck