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 saw Mr.

feeling Ashton might have been mad, but I had

wound, Jared looked towards me and said, “For the next few days, I advise you to stay in bed, don’t go walking around, don’t

him. “Did Ashton sound angry when he called

his brows and said nothing. Then, he packed up the first aid kit and

What just happened?

The day went by.

come home until after dinner. His face was pale. I took the initiative to talk to him, “Mrs. Eriksen has a

his expression a cold one. “I’ve taken my

He’s still mad?

stairs and entered the study,

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

tray of home-cooked food she had prepared. They

entrance to his

on the door and, after some time, when no one came to answer it, pushed it

strong smell of tobacco drifted in the air when I

“Ashton?”

his eyes shut tight. The gloom on his face signaled that he would not

the tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him,

of his emotions but, judging by the chill in the study, it seemed pretty clear that

on his computer, I was stunned. It was a video of my car accident in the city center the day

he

at the Stovall residence next Monday to

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