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.”

by his body. I frowned, not liking this cramped enclosure one bit. “This isn’t the first day you know about my

I wriggled out of his

with the blanket covering his lower body and his phone in one hand. He looked at me and instructed, “Jared is

What?

threw the bath towel aside and

not? He’s

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

knew what I was implying perfectly

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

bedroom because challenging a man’s limits had

moment I stepped out of the bedroom, a furious roar reverberated from inside. “Scarlett!”

to close the door behind me, lest his outburst

I saw Jared sitting in the living room. Mrs. Eriksen had prepared a lot of sweet snacks for him,

to think of it, men

at me. His

he’s quite good

good at flattery.” Girls always liked it

his tea, furrowing his brows slightly. “Did I sound like

least that’s what I think.” After all, no one wanted to be

anymore after that, perhaps

food earlier. Come and