When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 540

He’s back?

“When did he get back?”

“Around five o’clock.”

I wasn’t sure whether to cry or to laugh from the sheer absurdity.

If he had come back so early, it meant that he was anxious to have dinner with me, as was written on the note. If he had never once come upstairs to the bedroom, it meant that he still felt resentful.

Forget it.

I smiled weakly at Flora. “You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.”

Maybe it would be easier on both of us if we didn’t see each other.

Flora opened her mouth as if to say something, but kept quiet and went back downstairs.

I went back to the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

The room gradually grew darker and darker as I stared blankly into space.

The bedroom door swung open, and I instantly shut my eyes closed. I heard heavy footsteps and breathing, and I knew it was him.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom as I kept my eyes shut, knowing that he had just exited the bathroom.

He sat down on his side of the bed. I assumed that he was going to sleep in the study tonight.

I felt the weight of the mattress shift below me and heard the sound of the bedside lamp being switched

shallow breathing slowly

ticked by. I couldn’t fall asleep, but by the sound of Ashton’s soft breathing, I guessed that he was

turned over and opened my eyes, freezing

me in his embrace. “Flora said that you threw up your breakfast this morning, and that you didn’t eat anything for the rest

hungry,” I argued, my body stiff

I’m a man. You can’t blame me for

was talking about

I nodded silently.

into the crook of my neck as he

working the stiffness out of my body. “What did Marcus

about the baby, then you can ask me. No matter what

his head and kissed the corner of my mouth. “That was in the past. As long as we’re together, nothing

continue talking for fear that the

that night listening to

anything romantic. When I came to the next day, there was a large bouquet of balloon flowers on the bedside table. The faint fragrance that

handwritten card placed carefully among the flowers:

will

the card down and crawling out of bed to wash up. Downstairs, Flora seemed to be

eat it, but Ashton was

little bit of the

Flora scurried

I nodded.

going? Mr. Fuller said to inform him when and where

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