When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Roughly an hour later, Ashton was out. He was in his usual poker face.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.” There was a gentle twitch at the corners of his mouth.

I shook my head and held his hand. “Does it hurt?”

I heard that it’d be awfully painful.

“So what if it does? What are you gonna do?” He gave a cheeky grin.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips on his. “Will this work?”

Cough! The doctor tried to make his presence felt. “You’ll need to come back for a check-up in a week, and try resuming intercourse only after a month’s time.”

“Thank you, doctor.” It was pretty awkward to be seen smooching. My face was still blushing after saying my thanks.

We lingered at the hospital for another hour till the pain subsided.

It was already nightfall when we got back to the villa. After having dinner with Ashton, Emery called.

“Hey, remember that sandalwood box that I wanted to mail to you? I’ve been swamped, and it slipped off my mind. You free tonight? Let’s grab a drink.” She didn’t sound happy.

“Okay. I’ll see you later.” It didn’t take me long to say yes. Ashton was in his study. He had been warm and sweet recently, but I somehow felt that he had something in the back of his mind.

I went to his study only to see him flipping through a large pile of documents Joseph brought back.

he heard my footsteps. “Are you

Actually, Emery asked me out

in front of him. “Right, what’s

of things to do, and I can get there myself. Don’t think you should be

be there?”

guessed that Emery must’ve been caught up

his lips. “One hour. Give me the address, and I’ll pick you up

in before I could voice my discontent. “You being away for too long

way,

took the car keys and

her club in Imperial Hotel

usual, the club was crazily buzzing. I saw her looking out from the second floor and a bottle

It seemed like she

her glass of red wine, and got the attention of the waiter. “Excuse me,

milk? In a club? Stop joking, Scarlett.” She laughed, but her squinted eyes and droopy brows said

waiter obviously knew who she was. He left briskly

the back of her hand as she gazed at the

felt a pinch in

a sip of the red wine, I looked at her. “Is it about Hunter?

days of marriage, these were probably

shuttered in a teasing manner. “Have you ever seen parents who insisted

I don’t have parents, and George barely interferes

see, life always goes against our