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?”

morning, I saw Mr. Ashton exit the study. I’m not sure

did not seem right. I had a feeling Ashton might have been mad, but I had no clue what or who he was mad

the next few days, I advise you to stay in bed, don’t go walking around, don’t come into contact with water, and stay away from vigorous

sound

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

What just happened?

The day went by.

evening, Ashton did not come home until after dinner. His face was pale. I took the

at me, his expression a cold one.

He’s still mad?

he stormed up the stairs and entered the study,

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

home-cooked food she had prepared.

the entrance to his

times on the door and, after some time, when

strong smell of tobacco drifted in the air when I stepped

“Ashton?”

back on his chair next to the European-style desk, his eyes shut tight. The gloom on his face signaled that he would not tolerate disturbances at that

placed the tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs. Eriksen’s prepared some of your favorite food. Please

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

I was stunned. It was a video of my car accident in the

he

residence next Monday to go over the family registry. You’ve been busy recently, so maybe

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