When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Ashton continued dragging me with him. Tessa tried to chase after us, but Joseph blocked her.

I was kind of a lazy person by nature. As he half-carried me to his car, the thought of just giving in and following him began to take hold of my mind.

My thoughts petered out for a while as he settled me in his car. Soon, I started feeling uncomfortable.

I leaned heavily into the car seat and shut my eyes, falling into a hazy sleep.

The sound of my phone ringing reached my ears, and I frowned involuntarily. As I patted around weakly for my phone, I heard Ashton speaking to someone. “She’s drunk, and she is asleep.”

Groggily, I opened my eyes. I saw him talking to someone on my phone as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road before him.

I made a face at him. How can you just answer someone’s phone without asking for their permission? He mumbled an acknowledgment and hung up a moment later.

my phone beside me and seemed to realize that I was awake. Surprised, he asked gently,

a bit groggy, and my limbs felt

window, I could tell that we were still in A City. He doesn’t

and said, “If you’re uncomfortable, just close your eyes and

marriage flooded my brain. I couldn’t help but laugh when I recalled how stubborn and dumb I’d been back then. It had gotten me into a lot of funny

at me. “What are you

province. I didn’t have any grand plans about what to do. I thought that maybe I’d just return

At first, I thought I’d hit the jackpot, though I couldn’t help but feel that I would never match up to you. That’s why I asked Grandpa to let me work at Fuller Corporation. Even a position as lowly as a shop assistant was good enough for me. I believed that as long as I worked hard enough, I’d be a fitting partner for you one day. When I first joined the company, I got dragged by my

was suffering back then. Not even now when I think back to the incident. I thought that the experience was good in the sense that I could work hard and prove myself in my youth, so I don’t regret it one bit. If I’d stayed at home like a trophy wife, I don’t think I would ever know how

I’ve never felt more like myself than during those years of building my

looked out the car windows. I felt overwhelmed with a sense of failure. I don’t know why I insisted

with her credentials. It’s because she’s a spitting image of the old me who fought hard