When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Maybe I had truly gone crazy. Or maybe, just maybe, that extremely selfish person was exactly who I used to be.

Ashton was no longer at the hotel. After I had washed up and was getting ready to leave, John knocked on my door.

Furrowing his eyebrows as he looked over my pale, sallow complexion, he asked, “You didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No.” I massaged my temples, shaking my head. “Is there any news about Summer?”

He made an affirmative sound, gesturing towards the room in a silent request to continue this conversation inside.

Stepping aside, I let him in and closed the door behind him, walking over to sit on the sofa.

He poured out a glass of water for himself, glancing at me. “Are you happy with Ashton?”

“John, I thought you were here to talk about Summer.” I narrowed my eyes, a little upset at the new topic.

Coughing awkwardly, he reached up to rub his nose. “It’s true that I came here to talk about Summer. But you are the most important thing to me right now. Summer has Ashton, the Crest family, and the Stovall family. So, let’s talk about you first, okay?”

I squirmed uneasily under his intense stare, licking my dry lips. “What do you mean?”

“Just answer me.”

“Ashton and I have always been fine.”

if you were happy, not if your relationship with him is fine or

being nit-picky. Irritated, I rolled

was all a huge, long-winded story. Every story

could only be defined by how cheerful you felt in your daily life, wasn’t that definition

straight, sighing. “Letty, I’m not sure that you understand happiness more than I do. You don’t want to answer my question because your relationship with Ashton

of water in front of me. “What are you trying to

with him, or you go to the hospital and receive psychotherapy before restarting your relationship with him. This ambiguous situation between you

Ambiguous?

wrong with myself anymore. All I knew was there

often unable to control my temper and

away and threw my nightmares to the back of my mind, leaving them for the future me to deal with. On the surface, I

I spoke up, “I’ll go to

pressing the

the way, John, this isn’t the time to

worried about Summer, and

“So?”

a deep breath before turning to me. “Can

That sounds so weird…

I asked, “So did you guys find

his expression was

might have happened