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.”

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

for him to reply, I wriggled out of his embrace

and his phone in

What?

threw the bath towel aside and

“Why not? He’s a

“If I tell Dr. Crest that I’m unresponsive, what do you think

knew what I was implying perfectly

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

darkened, I immediately walked out of the bedroom because challenging a man’s limits had consequences that I couldn’t

the bedroom, a furious roar

to close the door behind me, lest his outburst disturbs the

prepared a lot of sweet snacks

think of it, men usually don’t

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

he’s quite

you were so good at flattery.” Girls always liked it when others said they

brows slightly. “Did I sound

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

that, perhaps finding it hard to

I cooked some food earlier. Come and eat a little bit first before letting