When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Glancing up at the clock, she asked me, “Don’t you plan on heading back soon?”

It was indeed getting quite late, but I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital ward. “I’ll stay with you tonight. What do you want for dinner?”

“What if Ashton gets mad at you for not going home?” She fretted instead, making me laugh.

“It’s fine. He knows where I am.”

I stood up and was getting ready to go downstairs to the hospital’s convenience store when the door suddenly opened.

It was Armond, clearly tired and carrying a large plastic bag of food and various snacks in his arms.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” he said to me. “I’ve brought a lot to spare, so have some before you leave.”

I was stunned at the sight of him. Did he rush all the way back here just so he could make sure that Nora is well-fed?

Nora’s face immediately broke out into a bright smile when she saw him, tugging on my arm. “Don’t go just yet, Scarlett! At least eat with us first!”

Armond nodded in agreement, taking out the items from the bag one by one. “Linda recommended me Northern City District’s seafood, so I specially made a detour to buy some. I also got some soup for you.”

He directed the last part of his sentence at Nora, placing the bowl on her bedside table before turning to me. “The seafood I bought is all fresh. Try some, Scarlett!”

into their persistency and sitting down to

seafood lived up to my expectations. Nora stared at Armond’s sallow face, inquiring worriedly, “Were you

Lavelian Village is getting out of hand, and the Fuller Corporation plans on holding a press conference for promotional purposes next

Nora turned to me with puppy-dog eyes. “I think it’s best if you stay with me tonight, Scarlett.

had been my plan in the

ask someone to set up an extra bed in here for me to

that, he glanced at me. “Besides, if you don’t go back home tonight, Mr. Fuller might become even more stressed regarding the Lavelian Village project. If that happens, he’ll make me work my fingers to the bone, and that just won’t

sure how

“If you try to

onto his arm and fluttered her eyelashes up at him pitifully. “Though, I feel bad for making you

massaged one of my temples. Are these two being lovey-dovey

I’m almost done eating,

downstairs.” Armond

me, “Go on, Scarlett! You don’t have your car with you, right? He can

I shrugged in response.

hospital entrance, I gave Armond a sidelong glance. “Do you have something

hands into his trouser pockets, his expression turning solemn.

the exact same question

awkwardly. “Did you offer to walk me downstairs because you wanted to talk about