When There Is Nothing Left But Love

No matter how hard I struggled, he ignored it and coaxed me in a semi-domineering manner instead.

I dug my nails into his skin, scratching him wildly as I cursed, “You’re a b*stard, Ashton!”

“Yes, I am!”

I began to suspect that he hadn’t touched a woman at all during this period of time as he acted like a starved beast, ravaging me without restraint.

After the deed was done, he leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

Under the dim light, I could discern the scratch marks on his sturdy chest. There were even faint bloodstains in a few spots.

I wanted to get up and wash my body, but his arms were wrapped around me, forcing my head to lie against his chest.

The smell of tobacco permeated the air in the room. When he finished smoking his cigarette, he said in a deep voice, “Let’s set a date and time. I’ll accompany you to see a psychiatrist.”

I was dumbfounded for a moment, arching my neck to look at him. After he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, I finally came to my senses and pursed my lips. “No!”

Besides finding me unresponsive, I couldn’t think of any other reason he would suggest something like that right after we had sex.

I had never thought of getting treatment after my pregnancy. When there were already so many problems with my body, one more wouldn’t make a difference.

Leveling my gaze with his, I said nonchalantly, “If you can’t feel anything from me, you can look elsewhere from now on.”

Ashton’s brows snapped together, and he scooted down on the bed expressionlessly, then pinned me with a savage gaze. “Look elsewhere? Scarlett, you really don’t know when to stop, do you? I want you to go for treatment because I don’t want you to hurt anymore. And right now, you’re unwell both physically and emotionally.”

“This isn’t the first day you know about my health problems. In fact, I have so many.

for him to reply, I wriggled out of his embrace and went to

his lower body and his phone in one hand. He looked at

What?

and replied coldly, “He

frowned. “Why not? He’s a

eyes at him. “If I tell Dr. Crest that I’m unresponsive, what do you think he’ll say? That

what I was implying perfectly

I kindly reminded him, “I’m only unresponsive to you,

darkened, I immediately walked out of the bedroom because

I stepped out of the bedroom, a furious roar reverberated from inside. “Scarlett!” Following that was the sound of

the door behind me,

the living room. Mrs. Eriksen had prepared a lot of sweet snacks

to think of it, men usually

some shuffling sounds behind him, he looked back at me. His brows raised toward

he’s quite good

and replied, “I didn’t know you were so good at flattery.” Girls always liked it

furrowing his brows slightly. “Did I sound like

continued, “At least that’s what I think.” After all, no one wanted

speak anymore after that, perhaps finding it hard

earlier. Come and eat a little bit first