When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Joe was impeccably dressed, and his hair specially styled, rendering him extraordinarily robust. From his looks, it seemed as though he was here to discuss business.

Pursing my lips, I threw a placid glance at him. “Your life is rather colorful as well, Mr. Quinn.” After all, there are only a few possible people who’d come out to talk business during the new year.

Sure enough, the person following behind him was Rebecca.

Surprisingly, she blanched upon seeing me. She said nothing to me, merely tugging at Joe’s sleeve and urging, “Joe, the food is here, so let’s go!”

Taking her hand, Joe murmured in a gentle voice, “Wait for just a moment.” Then, he shifted his gaze at me and proclaimed, “You’re quite strong mentally, Ms. Stovall, to eat out and chat with another man after experiencing such a monumental event. Looks like Ashton has been worrying for nothing.”

I frowned even as I suppressed my fury. “Do you always speak without thinking, Mr. Quinn?”

At this, he sneered, “Are you hurt? Ashton has been tolerating and indulging you time and again, drinking himself to oblivion when you get upset and throw a tantrum. Worried about your health after suffering a miscarriage, he had a vasectomy for your sake despite his pride. And look how you repay him now. Not only have you cheated on him openly, but you’ve started eating out with another man in just a few days. Do you know how many people will ridicule him if photos of this get out?”

His expression was wintry even as he stifled his emotions to the point of indifference. “Scarlett Stovall, do you never consider other people’s feelings before acting? He’s your husband, yet what do you take him for? A dispensable stranger?”

Stunned, I only snapped back to my senses after a long while. “What did you just say?”

He sneered as his eyes brimmed with disdain. “Do you know what a vasectomy means to a man? He doesn’t even mind forgoing having his own child because of you and the child of your so-called friend. Isn’t it ludicrous?”

For a few seconds, my mind went blank as my gaze remained fixed on him. “Why?” My voice was a smidge hoarse.

and mocking. “Why? He’s afraid that you’ll suffer the slightest pain and agony – afraid that you’ll again be put through the terror of having a child and that you’ll worry that he won’t be able to regard Summer as his

lips while a

voice anguished and austere. “It’s ludicrous. It’s truly

As soon as he glimpsed her pale face,

cheeks. “You know what? From the day I met him,

for he supported her before casting me a meaningful glance. Then, he turned around and left with

lobsters, he threw a look at the two

the table, his gaze was a touch gloomy when he turned to look at me.

the server serving the food, I blurted, “Can we

this, John pursed his lips.

my mind, and I swallowed the words that were right on the tip of my tongue

it’s fine. The maids will cook at home.” As he said this, he lifted his hand and waved the server out. Subsequently, he looked at me and declared, “I’ve bought lobster with garlic butter. Try some and

container. It was very fragrant, but I

stopped eating after a few bites, he asked, “Do you not like

don’t feel like eating it all of a sudden,” I

precise moment, my phone vibrated with a text message

I replied: Outside.

then asked: When are you coming

texted him back: I’m coming back