When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Ashton frowned with disgust. “I appreciate people who have self-respect and who know right from wrong. You’re none of these. I didn’t come here today to help or visit you, but to tell you not to ever call me again.

I had never seen Ashton behave so brutally to anyone. Rebecca looked equally thunderstruck. She gazed at Ashton in dismay and disbelief.

Rebecca remained that way for a long time. Unfortunately, Ashton was unmoved, he just grabbed hold of me and stormed out of the room.

The officer in charge of the investigation followed us hurriedly. With a nervous smile on his face, he stuttered, “Mr. Fuller, about Ms. Larson…”

“Do what you have to do. Don’t contact me about anything regarding her ever again. I’ll pay for her this once, but I’m not interested in hearing about her, whether she is alive or dead,” Ashton replied coldly. I shuddered. It seemed like Rebecca was already dead to him at that moment.

The policeman gaped at Ashton speechlessly. However, he maintained his professional veneer and ushered us out courteously.

When we’d gotten back into the car, Ashton reached out and took my hand in his. He gave a short sigh, then remarked, “Your hand feels so cold. How could you have been so disobedient?”

Ashton’s words stemmed more from concern than reproach. I raised my head and met his gaze. “I didn’t mean it. I just thought of something that I wanted to discuss with you right away, so I headed straight in. I didn’t think that you’d gone in to meet Rebecca!”

this with a twinge of regret. If I’d known Rebecca would be there, I wouldn’t have

stomach. Beneath his shirt, I could feel his firm, taut muscles.

baffled face. “Do you

We’d been married for

continued gazing at me. In a mellow voice, he urged, “What did you want to discuss with me just now? Was it

me expectantly. I rehearsed my opening in my mind once, then thought better of it. “After

furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you

like to do a checkup. Don’t you always remind

me

sufficiently warmed, I withdrew

enough. Let’s go home now,” I replied. “We can’t sit

then

lucky enough to be married to Ashton. Having a child was merely the icing on the top of the cake. After the multiple mishaps that had occurred, I didn’t think I had the courage to carry another child. More accurately, I didn’t believe either that I would be able to conceive ever again. Hence, in vitro fertilization would be

at the thought. It was a procedure I’d never