When There Is Nothing Left But Love

By the time Camelia came out, the cab was already long gone. All she saw was Marcus frowning in frustration.

I didn’t want to know what happened to Marcus after the accident. Since we were leading our own separate lives, I felt it better to keep it that way.

What I was angriest about was how he treated everyone else like fools. Perhaps he saw himself as the audience who was watching the drama unfold.

Back at the hotel, I saw Ashton waiting for me in the lobby. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and polished black shoes. With a hand in his pocket, he was standing upright in the hotel lobby.

Standing there, my heart was filled with a myriad of emotions. Should tell him about Marcus?

He, too, saw me and took a stride in my direction. As I watch him approach, I was suddenly reminded of the Sun.

Before I could even say a word, he pulled me into his embrace.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my cheeks in his chest. Taking in the scent of his cologne, I managed to calm myself down. With my eyes closed, I called out softly, “Hubby!”

Jolted, he tightened his arms around me. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

As there were many passersby in the hotel, they would stare at us. Hence, Ashton led me back into the hotel room.

Back in the room, I saw the dining table filled with food from back home. Taking off my jacket, I couldn’t help but look at him. “Have you not had dinner?”

He smiled faintly. “I was waiting for you to have it together.”

I would have eaten while I was

seat and served me food. He explained in a gentle voice, “I know you don’t like

for local food, but I looked at him, stunned. “How did you know I

table felt like it had just arrived as it was still warm. After serving me,

happened last time, he had arranged for bodyguards to be by my side. I was aware of it but had gradually forgotten

looked at him. “Did you

with

“Marcus!”

in acknowledgment as if it didn’t matter. “Let’s eat. Or else the food

in the food and didn’t

dinner, it was already late. Ashton looked busy as

food, I was lazing

me into his embrace. He asked in a gentle tone, “Do you want to go

shook my head. “What’s

plainly. “I was worried you might get indigestion. Or perhaps we can try some other form of

tried

to watch TV!” I protested while keeping my

ear, he whispered, “We are going back to J City tomorrow. Don’t you

“No, I don’t.”

returned and it was cold outside. Although I know he meant well,

and returned to his work. I laid myself in bed to finish my book as

the cold for too long, my back felt exceptionally sore. I

got up and came to my