When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 760

She nodded and blocked my way with a smirk. After a brief deliberation, she said, “I recommend that you make yourself decent before heading in.”

I blushed automatically. “Why? What is it?” I stammered.

Linda coughed and spoke in as normal a voice as she could muster. “Ashton has… a way with women, based on how he looks. You don’t have to make it so obvious, we’re all adults after all.”

Confused, I pulled out my compact mirror to take a look. Oh, God! My lips were swollen, hair in a tangled mess, and even the hickey, which was originally quite subtle, now pulsated an angry red.

Without thinking further, I rushed off to a washroom in the base to clean myself up.

Linda followed me close behind, her smile wide with glee. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal!”

“Then why did you look at me in that manner earlier on?” I was speechless.

“I’m here to remind you that there is a large group of older men inside the base,” Linda giggled. “If you went in there looking like this, it would be even more awkward!”

I blended the hickeys in with my skin tone as best as I could, but they still showed up like angry boils. I began to panic. “Linda, help me out here. It’s not going away.”

She rummaged through her purse and handed me a bottle of liquid foundation. “Try this. I get eyebags from staying up late at night, and this helps to hide them.”

hickeys almost invisible. However, my swollen lips still made

wear a

I find one here in

procured one from her purse. “It’s yours for

a lifesaver!”

into Rachel again. She was clad in black from head to

had when she caught sight of me

a scathing remark. “It’s one thing to pretend to not want it but another to deliver yourself.

This hurt me deeply.

to me. “There are different ways of throwing yourself into a man’s arms,” she chimed in. “Some of us can throw ourselves into Mr. Fuller’s arms without clothes, and he still wouldn’t be

She withdrew

by the presence of your friend here, are you? Not the usual little b*tch that you are?” Rachel

and preferred to settle matters with fists rather than words. She swung an arm at Rachel. “Who’re

returned the blow. “You are, you b*tch!” she

progressively vicious threats as they yanked at one

When their voices became too loud to ignore, I came to my

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