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?”

I went to check in the morning, I saw Mr. Ashton exit the

I had a feeling Ashton might have been mad,

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

him. “Did Ashton sound angry when

Then, he packed up the first aid kit

What just happened?

The day went by.

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

expression a cold one. “I’ve taken my

He’s still mad?

and entered

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 that. You’re happy one day and then sad on another. Marriage is

Eriksen spoke. Then she handed me the tray of home-cooked food

the entrance to his

the door and, after some time, when no one came to

strong smell of tobacco drifted in the air when

“Ashton?”

European-style desk, his eyes shut tight. The

tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs. Eriksen’s prepared

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 bristling with

the screen on his computer, I was stunned. It was a video of my car

is he watching

we’re expected at the Stovall residence next Monday to go over the family registry. You’ve been busy

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