When There Is Nothing Left But Love

My brows furrowed. “No. I was just wondering why you suddenly have the craving for the food I make. By the way, how is your mother?” I casually asked.

To my surprise, his expression darkened. “Are we going back to your place or not? If we’re not, let me get down from the car. I’m going back to the hotel.”

What’s wrong with him? He’s just unreasonably angry right now.

I fell silent and drove straight to the villa instead. Right as he got down from the car, he made a call. Soon, someone brought his luggage over. When he saw me looking at him, he lifted a brow and questioned, “I’m starving. Why aren’t you making anything yet?”

For a moment, I was speechless.

I entered the villa and began preparing some food for him.

Dragging the suitcase behind him, he glanced around the house before asking, “Where will I be staying in?”

in whichever room you prefer.” Cleaners were often hired to clean the house, and I rarely stayed here whenever Ashton was not around. Therefore, the interior of the house seemed silent and dead. Now that I think about it, Holden’s right. I should hire a housekeeper for this house.

is worth tens of millions, but look at the state of it. How busy Mr.

queried, “Your bedroom is on

I nodded. “Yes.”

I’ll be going back to the Moore Residence at night, and I won’t be coming back here. Is there anything you need? If so, do tell me, and I’ll get the

you’re going to Moore Residence and not coming back? Are you going to make me stay in this house all by

a car in the garage, and you can drive yourself anywhere you wish to go. If you really don’t want to go out of the house at night, I’ll prepare

do you mean by don’t worry? I’m very worried. What’s the difference between living here and living in a hotel? No. You have to

I have no words for him. Why is he

same roof and talk about how I’m also a married woman. Do

share a bed with me. I don’t care. You have to stay here tonight, and it won’t matter even if you call Ashton. Also, I don’t want to eat anything else but the pasta you make. It’ll be the same at night; you have to cook for me. Otherwise, I won’t sign the contract. You can mull over this yourself.” With

at his words, I fell silent. It was not that it was inconvenient for him to live in the villa—the villa was big enough for another person to live in, not to mention the fact that I had once lived under the same roof as him—but that I was worried