When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 593

The doctor left, and the nurse finished changing the bandages on his back. A tube had been inserted into the back of his hand, and the nurse took great care to adjust it. She looked at me and said, “His bandages have to be changed every three hours. Make sure to give us a shout when the time comes.”

I nodded and thanked her in a low voice.

A short while after the nurse left, Ashton woke up from his coma. As he lay on his bed, his lips moved a little, his voice sounding too hoarse to be heard.

I got up and poured some water, dunking a straw into the beverage so he could suck the drink up. However, Ashton shook his head, telling me to forget about the straw.

I obeyed. He took a sip from the cup and looked a little better. His lips white as snow, he muttered, “Thank goodness you’re fine.”

How strange. His first words after he woke up made me shed tears again.

I fought back my tears as I looked at him and said, “You’re a jerk, Ashton Fuller.”

He grinned back at me. Although he looked very gaunt, his face was still very handsome. “Don’t worry, it’s just a small injury. I’ll get better with some rest.”

I glared at him, the lump in my throat growing more painful. “A small injury?” He had nearly lost his life, and still had the audacity to say something so ridiculous! Was he tired of living?

Ashton’s lips curved slightly. “I’m thirsty.” I wanted to be a cruel wife and make him die of thirst, but one look from him and my heart softened.

As I fed him sips of water, my heart hurt uncontrollably. Unable to hold back my tears anymore, I could only watch as they landed on my hands.

When he saw this, Ashton sighed and said with a smile, “Why are you always crying? Girls shouldn’t cry so much, you know. It makes you look even uglier.”

I glared at him. Sounding even hoarser now, I snapped, “I’m disfigured, anyway. How much uglier could I get? Ashton, I don’t need you to sacrifice yourself for me. I don’t feel thankful for what you did at all.”

He continued to grin at me. “I don’t want your thanks, you foolish girl. Jared’s target was me, and you were innocent. Come to think of it, I was the one who implicated you. I’m to blame for my own injuries—you don’t have to feel bad at all.”

I bowed my head and said in a low voice, “That’s what I think, too.”

He laughed darkly and took my hand. I wanted to pull away from him, but the moment I exerted some force, he let out a growl of pain. Evidently, I had accidentally touched his injury.

Oh, whatever—he could hold my hand if he wanted.

Perhaps it was because of the anaesthesia, but I could feel how cold his hands were. This was the first time I knew his hands could be this cold.

He said, “Scarlett, I’m sorry for letting you down. I never did become that hero in your heart. Somehow, I was never able to protect you every time something happened to you, and I failed again this time. I thought I blocked every drop of that sulfuric acid, but you got injured anyway.”

He lifted his hand, as though to touch the scar on my face. However, he grimaced in pain again as his wound stung, and he quickly wrenched his hand away.