When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He laughed coldly. “Get over it? How am I supposed to get over it when my wife gets all depressed because of another man no matter where she goes? He’s dead and yet he’s on your mind all the time. Don’t even think about telling me that you’re just grateful. You know Marcus better than I do. Would he help some stranger because he sympathized with them? No! You know exactly why he started getting close to you, but despite that, you still let him take care of you. Do you know what that’s called?”

He paused and looked at me before saying firmly, “Being selfish.”

I pressed my lips tightly together and looked at his darkening gaze before flashing a smile. “Yup, that’s me. I’m the most selfish person to ever exist so you should probably cut ties with me before my selfishness becomes contagious.”

I pushed him away and felt my eyes start to cloud over with tears. He seemed to realize and reached out to pull me back.

My chest was starting to ache from all the emotions and I yelled, “Get away from me!”

He wasn’t prepared for that and stumbled back a couple of steps. Instead of walking toward me like I expected him to, he continued to stare at me.

The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. I braced myself for what I thought was about to become another yelling match.

But he stayed quiet.

He looked at me for a long time before turning and walking away.

I didn’t know why things turned out like this. I knew he was good to me and I knew he was in love with me, but why did things have to turn out like this?

My tears started falling on the ground.

rushed forward and hugged him

stiffened and let me continue to hug

I said, burying my face

as if he was waiting

from my tight grip. “If

handsome, angular features

tuck my messy fringe behind my ear before leaning down and planting a kiss right at the corner of my mouth. “Don’t

pulled my hands away but he took them in his own

didn’t need to care about the White family anymore, nor did I have much to do

involvement I was talking about clearly differed. I owed Marcus my life. If Sophia and Anthony got into any trouble and needed my help,

why I couldn’t say

my hands out

freezing over again along with a hint of a murderous

me,” he said, his voice already returning to his usual

feeling like a deflated balloon. I looked up at him and said lifelessly, “Ashton,

had nothing to do with Marcus and Rebecca. It was simply the two of us that no longer

tightly and stared at me with eyes like charcoal. He was clamping his lips together as if

in

me go and stepped back, looking at me meaningfully before turning