When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Marcus did not respond and kept his silence. He probably could not find the right words to say. Hence, I kept silent while I continued to stare at the fireworks.

Ashton got out of the bath and hugged me from the back.

“You really like fireworks huh,” he asked in a deep, sexy voice.

I nodded as I took in the lingering smell of the body wash on him. “This is going to be a long winter. Let’s head to R Province when you are less busy. I miss the watermelon and rose plants at the yard.”

“Sure,” he nodded, hugged me at his chest level, and lowered his chin onto my shoulder.

“Who were you on the phone with?” he probed as he took a glance at my phone.

I regained my senses, looked at my phone screen, and wanted to off the phone to end the call with Marcus.

However, Marcus had already ended the call. It was just a lit screen on display.

I felt a tinge of guilt and replied, “A friend called.”

Luckily, I had deleted Marcus’ number from my contacts. Even though my reply was vague, Ashton would never have guessed for it to be Marcus.

He did not probe further. “Go take a shower and sleep early tonight!” he nagged in a gentle tone.

my phone

Ashton was already lying on the bed. His scars had faded. I dried my hair, climbed onto the bed, and snatched

reading on the bed! The bed is

a sidelong glance. From up close, his gaze seemed

my dry throat, turned my gaze

into the blanket while he switched

closer to his body, and I took a sniff at the fragrance emitting from his body. There was

into his embrace and continued, “Are you trying to quit

my chin. I could still see his charming features and dark gaze under

we did the deed?” he asked

a daze while

hot after I regained my senses. I asked him in a soft voice, “Can

following day, the falling snow covered every part of K City with strong winds blowing as I woke up in Ashton’s

soundly asleep. His sharp eyebrows resembled

opened his eyes. I was startled for a few seconds before my

with a raspy voice and continued to hug me. “It’s snowing. Let’s

not fall back asleep. I stared at the ceiling and wondered

fully. Meanwhile, there was

Summer. I walked over to the balcony to observe Sally and her engaging in a snowball fight. Despite their age gap, they were equally agile. Both of them were dressed in thick feather coats, making snowballs and throwing