When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Unfortunately, Rebecca had given chase. Bemused, Hannah exclaimed with a short laugh, “This woman is really something!”

I found Hannah’s utterance rather abrupt. Before I could respond, I caught sight of Rebecca standing just behind us, staring at us somewhat unsteadily.

Realization dawned upon me when I saw the car parked right outside the alley. Hannah’s irrational calmness now made complete sense.

By the time Rebecca recovered her wits, it was far too late. The policemen were already converging on her and caught up within a few steps.

“What are you doing? What right do you have to arrest me?” Rebecca shrieked. Her cries fell on deaf ears as she was handcuffed and thrown into the car.

Hannah pointed back to the alley in the direction from whence we came. “Officers, there’s still a whole crowd waiting inside! Get them quickly!” she cried.

Seeing that her shouts of abuse had no effect on the implacable policemen, Rebecca turned the full brunt of her rage towards me. “Scarlett, I won’t forget this! Watch out! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Rebecca’s yells of abuse faded gradually into the distance. I shook my head in amazement, then turned to Hannah and asked, “Did you already have the police

enough to drag you along with me. If I hadn’t headed

continue, but Chandler’s car pulled up beside us. I didn’t think it would be

sole caretaker. Ashton, meanwhile, was still in Moranta. I wanted to pop by the villa to grab a couple of things before making my way over to the Moore Residence. When I’d gotten

of the car and flashed a disarming smile at me. “Did you go shopping?”

a second, then ran into his waiting arms. I pressed my cheeks, raw from the cold, onto his warm chest, saying hoarsely, “Why did you come back all of a sudden? When did you arrive in K City? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come to fetch

low voice, he murmured, “It’s too cold outside. I didn’t want you to freeze to death.” He disentangled himself, then pulled me towards the car. “Let’s make a trip to the

my forehead, then bundled me into the car. In the warmth that filled

threateningly near his lips, then at my eager expression. Chuckling, he opened his mouth and ate the snack dutifully. As he ate, he replied, “Hannah’s wedding is in a few days. I was

I asked, feeding myself. I didn’t usually have much of an

“Yep!” he said. Then he continued concernedly, “Didn’t

time, so I bought some snacks to eat on the way home. I