When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1797 Sense Of Security

“It’s fine. I need to attend to something nearby, so I’m not heading back home yet. Thank you, Ms. Schmidt,” I thanked her gratefully.

“You’re welcome.” Freja looked down and shut the door. She then ordered the chauffeur to leave.

Soon, the car sped off.

I watched as the car disappeared from sight and heaved a long sigh of relief. Finally, I could take a breather alone.

It was peak hour, and I didn’t want to be stuck in a jam for hours. That would be too agonizing. After calming down, I walked into the commercial district slowly.

When I walked past a café, the aroma of coffee caught my attention. Thus, I went in and sat down at a table before ordering a hot Americano with half a spoonful of sugar.

Ashton was the only person who loved drinking an Americano without adding any sugar.

pondered for a while before dialing

for several seconds before he answered. “Scar? How are

merely trying my luck, so it was surprising

middle of a

there didn’t seem to be any

nothing serious. What about you? Why did you call me?”

in the same city, but now that we were on different continents, he still

to the point, I asked, “You major in psychology, right? I have a question. If a man is in love with

“The media in M Country has reported about him and Rebecca. That was

quite troublesome, but I’m not talking about him.” I scratched my head and flashed a helpless smile. “This is about a friend. I’m asking it on

with someone else’s feelings. Jackson was innocent, so I didn’t want to

repeated and sounded like he didn’t believe me fully. “All right. Tell your friend that it’s a prime example of a dismissive-avoidant attachment style. The more he likes someone, the more afraid he is to face that person. It might be his pride coming in the way, for he feels that he isn’t a worthy partner. He might be worried that he’d lose the person after revealing his feelings. To conclude, your friend lacks security and confidence when it

he mentioned my so-called friend to

and mumbled to myself, “Lack of security,