When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1809

Nathaniel sat down with a plate of pasta and put the dish aside before he got his laptop from me to examine it. He found nothing out of the ordinary.

In a hostile tone, I retaliated by challenging, “Do you see me as a spy? You are the one who brought me over, and you are the one who placed your laptop here. You should’ve told me earlier if you don’t want me to use it, so stop looking at me like that. I am not your slave, and I get to do certain things like using the computer.”

Nonetheless, Nathaniel ignored me entirely. His expression remained aloof as he put the laptop, which he had since turned off, aside and pushed the pasta over to me. After that, he said, “Eat up.”

His response made me feel as though I was talking to a wall. It’d feel weird if I kept complaining about it, and I was hungry anyway, so I picked up the fork and ate away.

That night, Nathaniel insisted on sleeping while hugging me like a pillow. He only left after the sun had risen, and he took the laptop away as he left.

I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about the e-mail and wondered if Ashton had received it.

It was ten o’clock at night, but I was too nervous. Besides, the bed felt uncomfortable no matter how much I tossed and turned. I then gave up and decided to go out for some fresh air.

When I walked down the stairs, I bumped into Ashton, who happened to be entering at the time.

I thought I was dreaming, so I pinched myself hard.

Ouch, that hurts! Huh? So this is not a dream, then. Ashton really is here.

Ashton, however, had no idea what I was doing. He seemed taken aback when he asked, “What are you up to this time?”

“Huh?” Once again, I wondered if I was dreaming.

It had been a while since he last spoke to me in that tone.

Ashton took a deep breath and straightened his back before shifting his gaze away. His tone was so icy that it was borderline inhumane when he said, “I’m talking about the e-mail from last night.”

After a sharp breath, I stared at him strangely and started questioning myself once more.

He should be aware of the risks I took to get my hands on that information. Why is he interrogating me in that tone? It’s as if I had just pulled the worst prank on him. Did I misunderstand the situation? Was I wrong to assume that he trusts me?