When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 820

He shook his head. “You’re not allowed to wear skirts anymore!”

Before I could react, he had draped his coat over my thighs to my chagrin.

I was also distinctly aware that everyone around us who was having breakfast glanced toward us more often than was necessary. Do I look indecent?

I examined my dressing again, but I didn’t find anything overtly inappropriate. “Do I look strange at all?” I pleaded with Ashton.

He nodded solemnly. “Yes. You’re too beautiful, that’s the problem.”

I was flabbergasted for a moment and burst into laughter the next. “Where did you learn to say things like that?”

He took a sip of water at length. “Just don’t wear skirts this short again.”

“It looks good on me,” I pouted. “Why can’t I wear it?”

“It’s too short!” Ashton said brusquely.

Nora said that Ashton’s reaction like this was a common ailment amongst men. They would try to restrict their wives’ freedom to dress provocatively to the best of their ability but would enjoy looking at skimpily dressed women out in public.

“Rebecca and Rachel wear short skirts often and I think they look nice,” I said deliberately. “Why can’t I do the same? You can ogle at others but why can’t I let others ogle at me? Ashton, you’re being unreasonable.”

to do with one another?” Ashton fixed

they do,” I said after some

recently?” he said critically. “Your fat thighs will be more obvious in a

that I’ve gotten skinnier!” I protested after a

case. “Have I really gotten fat?” I

he replied

can feel very insecure about our looks. It felt even more so for me because Ashton had never called me fat before until now. If it had merited

short skirts ever again,” I promised. I’d look awful in them being as fat as he said I

gave a

It was mostly what I enjoyed eating, but now that my plumpness had been pointed out, I felt self-conscious and didn’t have much of an appetite.

milk. “Why

I said. “With a controlled diet,

prioritize our figures and petite sizes anyway. It was well worth it to be able to fit into our

in the morning,” he chastised. “How are you going to lose weight if you don’t

pushed the pastries back in front of me.

don’t want to!” I protested. My

the worst way to lose weight.

in defiance, but ultimately

corner of my eye, I saw a

too. “Good morning, Mr. White!” he

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