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?”

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

a feeling Ashton might have been mad, but I had no clue what

few days, I advise you to stay

nodded at him. “Did Ashton sound angry when he called you this

Then, he packed up the first

What just happened?

The day went by.

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

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

He’s still mad?

he stormed up the stairs and entered the

doesn’t look very good. Maybe he’s dealing with a lot of issues at work. You two should have a

the tray of home-cooked food she had prepared. They were all Ashton’s

entrance to

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

smell of tobacco

“Ashton?”

Ashton leaning 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

the tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs.

eyes were closed so I could not get a good read of his emotions but, judging by the

was a video of my car accident in the city

is he watching

next Monday to go over the family registry.

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