When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“What else could it be?” A defiant voice called out from the bathroom. “F*ck, it feels like I’ve just puked my guts out. I’ve only been at your house for a few minutes and I’m already within an inch of my life!”

For some reason, his voice sounded funny to me. He should start a comedy show, I thought to myself.

Holden’s expression soured at the sight of my mirth and he clutched his stomach as he walked toward us. He had to support himself against the wall as he staggered into the living room and said, “Your drawings may not be worth a penny, but art is priceless. If you sell it, your money won’t be clean anymore. How could you miss such a simple theory?”

His words hit the mark for me. After a brief moment of hesitation, I finally realized how terrifying this all was.

Only dirty money had to be laundered. If it was dirty money, that meant it had been acquired illegally. The moment the transaction got discovered by the policemen, I would at least be arrested for aiding and abetting a crime as the so-called owner of the painting. Even if I didn’t think about the sentence I would get, I would still lose my freedom. I barely managed to get my freedom back, but it seemed like I was on the verge of losing it again.

Why?

Everything was starting to fall into place, so why is everything going downhill again?

felt myself growing numb after all

came back to my senses, realizing Ashton was holding my hand. I tried my best to bring

they not realize any mistakes, but they also tried to drag innocent people inside. All they wanted to do was to see me panic and fret and cry, so if I showed them that they had gotten

need to be careful. I know you know how to get rid of being suspected as a culprit in money laundering since you studied law, but I just wanted to remind you to

off. “I got it. It’s been a

we

I didn’t want to continue talking and glanced at Rose. After indicating for her not to continue the conversation, he helpfully suggested, “It’s getting

exactly be aloof in the face of his considerate words,

behind me as I left, “Isn’t Nick

when Ashton walked in and

asked quietly after

ins and outs of my own mood swings. His tone was so gentle