When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Helga told me she would only put on this outfit when she had a mission, so they must’ve left on orders.

Could their target be Ashton?

They were gone for three days without any news whatsoever.

For the past three days, I couldn’t sleep well. I’d only fall asleep watching Baby on the laptop screen.

It was midnight by the time I fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard the door downstairs creaking open in a daze. I promptly jolted awake and put on a cardigan before rushing downstairs.

When I arrived at the hall, Helga had returned to her room through the other flight of stairs. The bodyguard was also nowhere to be seen. Marcus was the only one in the living room. Clad in a black cloak, he looked worn out as he stared at the religious painting on the wall. I remembered he also did the same thing when I arrived the other day.

Hearing my footsteps, he asked, “It’s late. You aren’t asleep yet? Were you waiting for me?”

There was a hint of delight in his voice.

instead said, “Looks

as he made his way over to me. “Luck

me and leaned forward to scan my

be on your side too, right?” I swallowed lightly and

I wouldn’t allow him to see that

a brow and straightened his body. “No one knows,” came his

very confident of

from him

seen your son once. You must miss him dearly,

topic was too abrupt, but I went along with him. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking

Marcus turned at his shoulder and told me,

One day? One month? One year? Do you know how torturing this is? You said you love me and wanted me to choose you, but you separated me

I took a deep breath to calm down before I continued, “You’re going to lock us up, anyway. Why don’t you lock me up with my son? Please, I beg of you. I don’t

though