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?”

answered, “When I went to check in the morning, I saw Mr. Ashton exit the study. I’m not sure if he

had a feeling Ashton might have been mad, but I

my wound, Jared looked towards me and said, “For the next few days, I advise you to stay

at him. “Did Ashton sound angry

and said nothing. Then, he packed up the

What just happened?

The day went by.

His face was pale. I took the initiative to talk to him, “Mrs. Eriksen has a wonderful

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

He’s still mad?

stairs and entered the study, leaving

work. You two should have a good chat as husband and

handed me the tray of home-cooked food she

the entrance

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

was barely lit. A strong smell of tobacco drifted in

“Ashton?”

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

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

a good read of his emotions but, judging by

computer, I was stunned. It was a video of my car

is he

the Stovall residence next Monday to

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