When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I searched my memory but could not remember any such person. Who could he be? As far as I could remember, my Grandma did not have a friend like this.

Out of curiosity, I could not help stepping forward. “Hello!”

The man paused for a moment and turned around to look at me sharply.

His elegant handsome features seemed aloof as he cast me a glance. Without a word, he turned around, ready to leave.

Noticing the white chrysanthemums and offerings in front of the tombstone, I couldn’t help looking in the man’s direction, asking, “Mister, you are…?”

The man turned around and cast me a glance, saying, “Just a passer-by!”

After this short phrase, he said no more.

Watching him walk away, I could not help being curious. When did my Grandma make friends with someone like this?

Leading Summer to pay respects and bid goodbyes, I set aside those thoughts. Macy’s grave was the newest. After five years, there were no weeds or damages. It looked brand new.

I could not understand Jared. Perhaps, he had never loved Naomi or Macy. To him, they were just passers-by and his feelings for them are just guilt.

Neither of them was around anymore nor so all that was left was a heart filled with remorse.

If both of them were still alive, I’m afraid he would still be cold and indifferent to them as if they were just strangers.

met the man with the aloof expression again. His car was parked in front of the cemetery, it was a black off-road

glance and put on his sunglasses.

me to book

smiled. “Alright!” It was already booked. There was no point in

when there was suddenly a screeching sound of

Summer fell into my arms. Joseph calmed himself and looked with narrowed eyes at the black car in front of

men alighted the black car with wrenches in their hands, obviously coming

windscreen was

side crashed down even as

door was opened and two well-built men pulled him out, tying his hands and

I got out my phone to make the call,

back door was pulled open and two big and burly men stood there, expressionless, looking at me. “Ms. Stovall, please

she be traumatized, I

need half an hour of

I came down from the car and looked at the two men as calmly as I

no words but led the way, one in front of me,

was heard. It was almost devoid of emotion but

I looked in the direction of the voice. It

you? It’s none of your business.” The

as calmly and coldly as before. “This is broad