When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Yet, Ashton said something that made me want to punch him. “There’s no use in drinking this soup anyway since we have to follow the doctor’s instructions and not act as we please.”

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Eriksen froze and gave him a puzzled look. “Huh?”

To stop Ashton from spouting more nonsense, I immediately diverted Mrs. Eriksen’s attention. “Hey, did you hear that? I think Summer’s crying. Can you go and check on her?”

“Really? I didn’t hear anything, though,” Mrs. Eriksen got even more confused.

“Yes, I’m sure she’s crying,” I said earnestly. “Why don’t you check on her and see if she needs anything?”

“Oh, okay. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.” Mrs. Eriksen then ran toward Summer’s room.

I felt sorry for making that up, but that was the only way I could think of to end the awkwardness.

shrugged his shoulders as if he was not bothered by it. He then stuck his hands into his pockets

out my cheeks and

into the room, I placed the soup on the bedside table and slammed the door.

Ashton said while removing his tie and threw it on

about to walk toward the home bar, I dashed to his front and extended my arms

“We need to go through a medical

the procedure, he would still need

drunk because

must not make the same mistake again. At that moment, Ashton was still trying to

with all the injections, and I sure as hell don’t want to go through

Ashton’s brows, and he looked at me with a

heart for a moment, but I was not