When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 619

“Ashton…” I called out in a slightly lower voice, guilt-ridden. He must have called me many times.

Standing in front of the window, he seemed oblivious to my voice, but I’m sure he heard it. After all, there were only two of us in this empty room. How could he not hear me?

I walked nearer and stood behind him, taking the initiative to admit my mistake. “I went to see a doctor at the hospital. My phone accidentally…”

Suddenly, he turned around and stared at me. His icy gaze was as deep as a bottomless ocean. “You’ve never addressed me so intimately before.”

I froze at his statement, and my mind went blank. Gazing at him, I was puzzled. “I…”

The tall and slender man came closer and stood in front of me. For some inexplicable reason, the atmosphere felt chilly. “If it wasn’t for Summer, would you have left without hesitation?”

My brows knitted together. “What are you talking about?”

“Have you met Marcus?” he asked. His calm voice was devoid of emotion.

I was stunned. All of a sudden, I understood why he was so sullen. Pursing my lips, I answered, “I bumped into him at the hospital’s entrance.”

“Mmm.” He hummed in response, reaching out and tucking a few strands of hair away from my forehead. “Don’t meet him anymore, alright?”

He’s angry. Though he was good at concealing his emotion, I could still feel it.

Feeling defeated, I nodded my head faintly. I remembered a book I’d once read said that a man would only love a woman for a lifetime if she left him when he loved her the most.

I was young back then, so I couldn’t grasp what it meant. After giving it some thought, I completely agreed with it.

Marcus was right. I was infertile, but the Fullers needed children to carry on their family’s name. They might be fine in the first two to three years. But what was going to happen as time passed? No one could predict the future.

He was surrounded by many outstanding women, yet Rachel was his perfect match.

He reached out to hold my hand, but I avoided his touch. Looking up at him, I gave him a faint smile. “It’s getting late. We should go to bed.”

Turning around and heading to the bedroom, I heard the sound of hasty footsteps behind me. He then grabbed my arm, dragged me into the bedroom, and locked the door.

Pinning me on the wall, he appeared a little gloomy. “Scarlett, tell me. What do you want from me?”

I pressed my lips into a hard line, lifting my head to stare at him. “Ashton, there’s nothing I want from you. You’re fine just the way you are. It’s late. Let’s sleep.”