When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 

Clinton and Cameron had had quite a few to drink and were now reminiscing the past. 

The man looked at Cameron and spoke empathetically, “All these years, you’ve been searching for your kid. Are you getting any closer to finding her?”

A hint of desolation crept over her refined features. “It has been more than twenty years, but there’s not a single piece of useful information. I’m not even sure if she’s still alive.”

Clinton sighed and offered his consolation, “Don’t give up. I’m sure things will start looking up soon.”

I had eaten quite a bit of food, so when the next dish was served, I felt my stomach churned.

And so, I left my seat and headed to the toilet.

Ashton came over to check on me. “Are you all right?”

“I’m okay, just a little nauseated.” I only started experiencing morning sickness, so this was considered mild.

When I was well enough to speak, I asked him, “Do you understand what Mr. Clinton and Ms. Anderson were talking about just now? I thought she only has a son?”

He then led me out of the toilet and seated me down at a chaise longue in the corridor. Placing his big hand on my lower belly, the man slowly explained, “Ms. Anderson had another marriage before she married Nick’s father. She and her ex husband had a daughter, but he abandoned the child, and Ms. Anderson has been looking for her since then.”

Ashton’s warm palm did not leave my lower belly as he spoke. I had never seen such a gentle expression on his face. With a smile, I looked at him and asked, “Ashton, do you really like babies?”

We had been married for two years now. Previously, I was nothing more than a walking wallpaper to him. But since he learned that I was carrying his child, his attitude had taken a positive change.

I had always believed that there were only two types of love between a man and a

woman; It was either love at first sight or people falling in love with each other gradually over time. But with Ashton, it was neither. To him, the only catalyst seemed to be his unborn child.

He dodged my question and walked me back to the dining table.

It was a lengthy and drawn-out dinner. By the time we left Pear Garden, it was already past my bedtime.

I soon fell asleep in the car.

When we arrived at our villa, Ashton carried me to the bedroom without waking me.

The next morning, I was woken up by my ringing phone, and Ashton was nowhere in sight.

I looked at my phone and was surprised to see that it was Macy calling.