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.”

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

to reply, I wriggled out of

on the bed with the blanket covering his lower body and his phone in one hand. He looked at me and instructed, “Jared is downstairs. Change your clothes and go down

What?

bath towel aside and replied

not? He’s a

I tell Dr. Crest that I’m unresponsive, what do

knew what I was

you, so Mr. Fuller, I suggest that you find some time

walked out of the bedroom because challenging a man’s limits had consequences that

stepped out of the bedroom, a furious roar reverberated from

door behind me, lest his outburst disturbs

the living room. Mrs. Eriksen had prepared a lot of sweet snacks for him, which

men usually don’t fancy sweet

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

quite good

you were so good

of his tea, furrowing his brows slightly. “Did I

what I think.” After all, no one

didn’t speak anymore after that, perhaps finding it hard

Eriksen came to me and said, “Letty, I cooked some food earlier. Come and eat a little bit first before letting Dr. Crest take