When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 342

He’s mad?

I was not sure what he was mad about. I just found it odd.

That night, Ashton did not return to the bedroom, probably because of the medication.

Although I was injured, I managed to fall into a deep sleep that night. Amid the daze, I could have sworn I sensed someone standing by my bed.

But I was practically dead to the world. My eyes were sealed shut.

The next day.

I was awakened by a cool feeling on my elbow, and when I opened my eyes Jared was changing my dressing.

Startled, I instinctively opened my mouth to speak, “Dr. Crest, did Ashton call you to come here?”

He nodded, his eyes focused on applying medicine for me.

Mrs. Eriksen came up with breakfast for the day. “Letty, Mr. Ashton has gone out for work. He wants you to eat your fill and rest at home!” she informed me.

I nodded, alarmed, and turned to ask Jared, “Is it busy at the company lately? So busy that they have to work overtime on weekends?”

He raised his eyes and looked at me, brows arched. “Not really.”

I glanced back at Mrs. Eriksen and, after a pause, said, “Was he in the study the whole night?”

saw Mr. Ashton exit the study. I’m not sure if he

Ashton might have been mad, but

advise you to stay in bed, don’t go walking around, don’t come into contact with water, and stay

“Did Ashton sound

said nothing. Then, he packed up

What just happened?

The day went by.

come home until after dinner. His face was pale. I took the initiative to

merely peered at me, his expression a cold one. “I’ve taken

He’s still mad?

the stairs and entered the study, leaving me

you mind taking this up to him? Mr. Ashton doesn’t look very good. Maybe he’s dealing with a lot of issues at work. You two should have a good chat as husband and wife. Life’s like

Then she handed me the tray of home-cooked

entrance

knocked a few times on the door and, after some time, when no

was barely lit. A strong smell of tobacco drifted in

“Ashton?”

find Ashton leaning back on his chair next to the European-style desk, his eyes shut tight. The

whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs. Eriksen’s prepared some of your favorite

eyes were closed so I could not get a good read of his emotions but, judging by the chill in the study, it seemed pretty clear that he was still

I was stunned. It was a video of my

he

we’re expected at the Stovall residence next Monday to go

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