When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Rebecca was stunned upon hearing my words. Her eyes darkened a little and she looked back at Ashton, tugging on his sleeve before telling him softly, “Ash, I was out of line last night. I see that I have disturbed both you and Scarlett. Can you ask her to stay to have breakfast with us? Just take it as an apology from me, please?”

I…

Haha! Indeed, some people don’t need to work to earn an ounce of affection. All they need to do is bat their lashes and act vulnerable, and they’ll be able to get away with even murder.

Ashton had initially paid me no heed, but when Rebecca spoke up, he glanced at me and stated, “Let’s eat together.”

His tone was cold and commanding.

Did it hurt? I was already numb to the pain.

I flashed a smile and nodded. “Thank you.”

I could never bear to refuse Ashton. Because he was someone whom I had fallen in love with at first sight, getting over him would be undoubtedly difficult.

that I got to taste the food made by Ashton. Fried eggs and bacon were nothing special, but they still left a deep impression on me. All along, I had thought that a man like Ashton Fuller was above

eggs that Ash has made. They’re excellent. When we were together, he always made this

her face, she gave one to Ashton as well. “Ash, you promised to accompany me

responded while eating his breakfast, his movements as refined as that of a prince. He was never one to speak unnecessarily, but whenever it came to Rebecca, he would always

already as he ate his breakfast in a sophisticated manner. He was quietly watching our interactions

lowered my gaze as my brows furrowed into a frown. Grandpa’s funeral is today! If Ashton leaves with Rebecca, what’s going to happen to our plan of going to the

Ashton headed upstairs to change his clothes. I set my cutlery down and followed after

In the bedroom.

entered after him so he asked

casually removed his clothes, putting his sturdy figure on display. I instinctively turned around so that my back would face him. “Grandpa’s

some shuffling noises behind me as well as the sound of his zipper being zipped. His monotonous voice soon followed. “You can go

Ashton was the eldest grandson of the Fullers. If

details.” He spoke without emotion as

walked toward his study, a pang of sadness engulfed me. I was quick to raise my voice. “Ashton, is everyone other than Rebecca dispensable to you? Does