When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I hurriedly alighted and ran over to his car. “What happened?” I asked.

Ashton turned around upon hearing my voice. “I have encountered a trouble maker. Why are you here?” He was surprised to see me.

“Uncle Louis is back, so John invited us over for dinner.” I had a better look at the girl he was supporting. She was Stella, the reception at Fuller Corporation. Ashton helped her into the car and remarked, “Okay, but we have to send her to the hospital first.”

I nodded in agreement. From a distance, a man came running. It was the guy who proposed to Stella in the lobby.

“Let me go with you, Mr. Fuller,” he requested. His worried gaze never left Stella, who was lying unconscious in the backseat.

Ashton nodded and signaled him to get into the car.

I noticed Ashton was injured, so I stopped him from getting into the driver’s seat. He looked at me, baffled.

“You are injured. Let me drive.” I got into the driver’s seat and started the car, not giving him any chance to object.

Ashton sat in the passenger seat and kept silent throughout the journey. I had many questions in mind but keep quiet as well since he was not ready to talk about it. Much to the distress of her friend, Stella remained unconscious.

the hospital, Stella’s friend went off to make payment after checking her in. Ashton and I were standing in the corridor, watching the sky as it

approached a nurse and arranged for him to get his wounds cleaned up. Next, I went to a nearby mall to get him a new jacket. Ashton was only wearing a black sweater as he had removed his jacket to

way back, Stella’s friend called out to me in the lobby of the hospital.

over Stella’s injury, as he looked disheveled and his face beaded with sweat. “Don’t mention it.

you tell me what

was Sasha’s brother. He wanted to attack Mr. Fuller, but Stella blocked him. He behaved like a crazy man. Mr. Fuller was worried Sasha’s brother would get more agitated upon seeing him, so he left the building via the underground garage. The lobby at Fuller

but I could imagine the scene. What puzzled me was that Shane had always been based

thank you and Stella

ended our conversation, I went up to the ward, shopping bag in hand. Ashton’s wounds were dressed. The doctor had attended to Stella and found she had suffered head trauma. There were various abrasion wounds on her body too. “Why is she still unconscious, doctor?” I

the head, and was also traumatized, so it may take a few hours before she regains consciousness.” The doctor advised as he

any long-term side

head injuries, we cannot rule out

“Can we still make it to meet

me and put it on. “It’s alright. We

friend and