When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go home. Mommy’s upset.”

Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.

Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the restaurant.

Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.

When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”

He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”

He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing his laughter as he asked, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m the one who slapped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.

Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s going on?”

Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked, “Did y-you take it out yet?”

He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able to compose himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.

Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d reversed it or not.

Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the rumors that were swirling around.

me out of the corner of his eye, a questioning

I said, “The vasectomy clips.

at me with his brows raised. “If you want to have kids,

brain stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take them

for too long!” Four years was a long

man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll be up for

serious tone, I said, “Let’s make an appointment tomorrow and get

the end, I don’t want him to ruin his chances of ever having kids in

at me and laughed. “We’re not in a

we didn’t manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s vasectomy due to his busy

did I expect that I was the first

frequently. I rarely left the house as I was busy preparing for my

text, I was surprised. It was a short one:

nothing more

frowned and switched off my phone, turning my attention back to

stumbling over her words. “Was it

my brows in confusion. What does

“What happened?”

in her own home. The police are investigating now. I heard

however, seemed to move on their own accord as they closed my books and switched

of Nancy’s death was being reported on every

with

thing she’d blurted to me when I answered her call. I

the anger in my tone and quickly

change. She’d spent so much time in the murky waters of the business world that she’d