When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“It’s nice to see you guys. Do make yourself at home,” Simone said, gesturing at us to take a seat.

Although she did not look a lot older than Ashton and me, her voice sounded frazzled.

Ashton was clearly taken aback by her voice as well. He stood right in front of them without moving an inch. The air grew tense with every passing moment.

Nicolas buried himself in his newspapers, not bothering to look up. Simone sat slightly apart, and the two seemed not to have much interaction.

I guessed Simone was probably the more expressive one between the two. I shook off Ashton’s hand, trying to snap him back to reality. When he finally looked at me, I pulled him toward the seats.

Now that everyone was seated, we were anticipating the patriarch to speak.

Silence ensued for about two to three minutes before Nicolas showed his face behind the newspapers. His cold glance swept across Ashton before finally stopping at me.

without betraying the slightest hint of emotion. His tone and demeanor made me feel as if he was interrogating

he raking

smiled. “Birds of the same feather flock together. This is why I got together with your son. I

scoffed without replying, allowing Simone an opportunity to interject and

while but

to be done for cordiality’s sake. Civility was the basis

curt nod. His brown eyes darted toward Ashton, waiting for him to address

might be an easy task for many, but not for Ashton, especially after so many years of

obtaining the antidote. I

the dissatisfaction budding on his face, I quickly patted him on the back and spoke on his behalf. “Ashton caught a cold after he fell asleep beside the kids’ bed while he was reading them bedtime stories. He’s

cleared his throat right after I finished

he said, his hoarse voice sounding across the room. It did sound as