When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I burst out laughing and typed back a reply: Ok. I’ll definitely keep an eye on him for you.

Ashton raised a brow at me when he heard me laugh. “What’s gotten you in such a good mood?”

After sending the message, I explained, “It’s Nora. She said Armond is in Moranta, and she wants me to keep an eye on him. She said that she’d fly right over and kill him herself if he messes around with other women.”

Ashton abruptly hit the brakes, causing the car to screech to a halt. Then, he snapped his head toward me. “Armond is in Moranta? Since when?”

Seeing the grave expression on his face, a sense of foreboding filled me. “Nora messaged me last night, so he probably arrived yesterday.”

Ashton’s brows drew together. Then, he put the car in drive and was about to turn the car around.

Having no idea about what was going on, I peered at him with concern lining my features. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Boom! Suddenly, there was a muffled noise. Before I could understand what was happening, Ashton’s expression turned grim. He was initially going to make a U-turn, but the car lurched forward right then.

got one word out when the car swerved violently, making me feel like I was about

solemn and anxious look on Ashton’s face, I suddenly realized that the

kept ramming the brakes, but the car went out of control and abruptly veered

an obstruction ahead, Ashton turned the steering wheel with all his might in an attempt to avoid it, but it turned out

in my ears finally stopped and I regained my bearings,

by slabs of concrete, and he

toward him, reaching out to touch him as I called out his name several times. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

were several black off-road vehicles approaching not far behind. Ashton’s frantic voice sounded again. “Go now. Otherwise, both of us

not only would I fail to save Ashton, both of us would

twisted the other way and crawled out of the car.

a stop and a

they pulled Ashton out of the car. To shield me, Ashton’s entire body was pinned down by the car and sustained heavy injuries. The men completely disregarded that as they roughly dragged him into a black car that was parked behind. Then, one of the men stepped forward. With a glacial expression, he took out a cigarette and drew a few puffs before flicking the cigarette butt next to Ashton’s G Wagon. I didn’t realize it earlier, but the collision had damaged the car’s fuel tank. Upon closer inspection, I also noticed that the car tires were completely flat. Thus, the reason Ashton suddenly lost control of

butt came in contact with the gasoline on the ground, flames sparked to life and spread toward the car. As though carried by a strong wind, the flames quickly engulfed the

going to explode soon. I glanced at the car that cost millions with pursed lips. Drawing in a deep breath, I turned