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.

him and instead said, “Looks

Marcus returned as he made his way

of me and leaned forward to scan my figure. There was a menacing air about

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

so I wouldn’t allow him to see

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

very confident of himself,

pry more information from him when he turned,

son once. You

too abrupt, but I went along with him. “Yes. I can’t

me, Marcus turned at his shoulder and told

One year? Do you know how torturing this

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

stood there, unmoving, as though reminding me my