When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“Okay, I’ll end the call then,” I replied.

Looking at the rockery in the backyard, my heart raced as if someone was gently squeezing it. It hurt a little, but I felt touched.

Ashton was good at taking care of others. I had known that a long time ago. If someone had a place in his heart, he would take care of that person until that person knew not how to do anything.

However, I could not help but wonder, How long will days as heartwarming and perfect as these last? 

The sun slowly set, and Devon had indeed instructed someone to send the soup to me. What came with the soup were some dishes that were suitable for pregnant women.

I did not eat much. After the men who were remodeling the rooms were gone, I walked around the house.

Many parts of the house had changed. The collections that were originally in the living room were gone. Some I had broken, and the remaining Ashton had kept it at the warehouse.

Warm lights were installed in the dark house, and even the brown couch was changed into a deep blue one. The house now felt somewhat homely.

A carpet had been placed over the grand staircase, and many warm-palette paintings now hung by the corridor. As for the nursery, the men had furnished the room with a sky-blue theme – a perfect choice.

Just by looking at the room, one could not help but brighten up.

However, tears brimmed in my eyes. Is he doing this for the baby or me? It‘s probably for the baby. 

I clung to that moment, hoping that it would freeze in time as I remained in the nursery. In my daze, I did not realize the house’s doorbell had been ringing for ages.

After finally registering the noise, I rushed down the stairs.

It turned out to be Joe: As I had taken quite some time before I opened the door, he had a scornful look on his face. “How big is the house that Ms. Stovall needs to take so long to reach the door?”

I ignored his harsh comment. I then spotted Ashton, who was leaning against the rockery. It seemed like he was drunk.

When I walked over to him, the strong scent of alcohol wasted across my nose. Frowning, I helped him up before looking at Joe. “Thank you for sending him back.”

He did not reply, only giving me another look before he left.

I slowly supported Ashton back to the bedroom. He seemed like he was drunk, but not at the same time-he seemed distracted, and he was quiet. All he did the entire time was to hang his head in a daze.

“Do you feel unwell?” I asked as I shook his body a little.

He raised his head to look at me, and I could see his eyes were unfocused. “Have you eaten?”

I nodded and sighed. It seemed like he had drunk more than usual, so I stood up to get him some water. However, he stopped me.

Pulling me to his leg, he narrowed his eyes “Where are you going?”

“I’m getting some water for you.” Why does he look like a child when he acts like this? 

He slowly nodded. “I’ll come with you.” With that said, he stood up. Unfortunately for him, his body refused to cooperate, and he sat back down when he lost his balance.

“It’s fine. Be good and sit here. I’ll get you some water. Stop making things difficult for yourself.” You‘re already in such a state. Why are you insisting on coming with me? 

Huh? How much did he drink? 

It looks like he really drank a lot.