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.

I turned around and shot daggers at Ashton, but he shrugged his shoulders as if he was not bothered by it. He then stuck his hands into his

puffed out my cheeks and followed

the soup on the bedside table and slammed the door. “Can you mind your tongue in front of Mrs. Eriksen next

only telling the truth,” Ashton said while removing his tie and threw it

home bar, I dashed to his front and

knitted my brows. “We

he would still need to contribute his sperm. Hence, I needed him to

drunk because of

us the last time because the progress was disrupted when we got physically intimate. Hence, we must not make the same

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

formed between Ashton’s brows, and he looked at me with a pair of puppy eyes. “My life feels

on his face softened my heart for a moment, but I was not ready to give