When There Is Nothing Left But Love

My knees and arms were bloody from being knocked to the ground, and my body was covered in dust.

I was lucky that these were only superficial wounds. Ashton lowered his head and tended to my wounds. There was a hint of anger on his perfectly sculpted face. His anger became even more obvious when I flinched as he was sanitizing my wounds with iodine solution.

He lifted his head and looked at me as he asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head and managed a slight smile. “Not really!” I wasn’t lying. After all, they were just external wounds, so it was nothing unbearable.

He pursed his lips and continued to work on my wounds. I knew he was mad at me for not staying at home.

Ashton had not said a single word even after he was done with my wounds. Just then, Joseph sent over some clothes for me to change into. He tried to say something but he bit his tongue at the sight of his boss.

Ashton turned to look at me. “Can you change on your own?”

I nodded. Of course I can.

He hummed in acknowledgement and said nothing else.

after, Joseph’s voice rang. I could still hear him as

The things that CBU had launched last month came directly from Fuller Corporation. They made no changes to the machinery after taking it from

listening to him and recalled that a lot of things had been stolen from the base of the Lavelian Village project not long after it had been launched.

the contrary, Fuller Corporation simply decided to rebuild another machinery. I had thought that that would be the end of the problem, but now it was

without stirring up

without the core technology. Then, spread the word that

Fuller’s injury today, I’ve contacted the person in charge of those media outlets. We have identified all reporters who had gotten too close, or hurt Mrs. Fuller in any way through the security footage at our entrance. They have all promised that the identified personnel will

“Good.”

It

clothes, and since my wounds were already taken care of, I

was greeted by the sight of Ashton working. Glancing at me, he asked, “Does

my head.

parted my lips and

in K City

else. I knew that it wasn’t easy for reporters to climb the ranks in K City’s media industry, especially to the ranks of being able to get firsthand news and to get the chance to mingle among the rich and powerful, much less to be able to interview these people. It must have taken those people decades