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.”

know that I would have eaten while

into my seat and served me food. He explained in a gentle voice, “I know you don’t like the food here. So, you must be

I looked at him, stunned. “How did you know I went out

warm. After serving me, he took a bite himself and replied plainly, “There’s a

be by my side. I was aware of it but had gradually forgotten about

brief silence, I looked at him. “Did you see

eyebrows with an

“Marcus!”

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

myself in the food and didn’t

Ashton

I was lazing on the sofa

he took a seat beside me and pulled me into his embrace. He asked in a gentle tone, “Do you want to go

my head. “What’s

indigestion. Or perhaps we can try some other

he tried to

want to watch TV!” I protested while keeping my eyes on the

are going back to J City tomorrow. Don’t

“No, I don’t.”

I had just returned and it was cold

returned to his work. I laid myself in

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

up and came to my