When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 540

He’s back?

“When did he get back?”

“Around five o’clock.”

I wasn’t sure whether to cry or to laugh from the sheer absurdity.

If he had come back so early, it meant that he was anxious to have dinner with me, as was written on the note. If he had never once come upstairs to the bedroom, it meant that he still felt resentful.

Forget it.

I smiled weakly at Flora. “You guys go ahead. I’m not hungry.”

Maybe it would be easier on both of us if we didn’t see each other.

Flora opened her mouth as if to say something, but kept quiet and went back downstairs.

I went back to the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep but to no avail.

The room gradually grew darker and darker as I stared blankly into space.

The bedroom door swung open, and I instantly shut my eyes closed. I heard heavy footsteps and breathing, and I knew it was him.

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom as I kept my eyes shut, knowing that he had just exited the bathroom.

He sat down on his side of the bed. I assumed that he was going to sleep in the study tonight.

But soon after, I felt the weight of the mattress shift below me and heard the sound of the bedside lamp being switched off.

His even, shallow breathing slowly filled the bedroom.

Time slowly ticked by. I couldn’t fall asleep, but by the sound of Ashton’s soft breathing, I guessed that he was deep asleep.

I turned over and opened my eyes, freezing in place when my gaze met his.

I barely got a word out of my mouth when he reached forward and wrapped me in his embrace. “Flora said that you threw up your breakfast this morning, and that you didn’t eat anything for the rest of the day,” he stated, concerned.

“I wasn’t hungry,” I argued, my body stiff in his arms.

His dark eyes looked like they were staring into my soul. “Scarlett, I’m a man. You can’t blame me for losing my temper when I saw him kissing you.”

He was talking about last night.

I nodded silently.

He inched closer to me, pressing his face into the crook of my neck as he sighed painfully.

His fingers massaged the small of my back, slowly but surely working the stiffness out of my body. “What did Marcus tell you at Emery’s wedding?” I asked.

When I felt his breathing stop, I went on, “If it was about the baby, then you can ask me. No matter what it is.”