When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 713

After putting on the ointment, he took my hand in his and raised it to his lips, blowing on it softly. “I don’t think it’ll scar,” he reassured in a gentle tone. “I’ll put some more after we get back tonight. It should heal properly after a few days, but to be on the safe side, don’t touch any water tonight and ask me if you need help with anything, okay?”

His words made it sound like we were much closer than we actually were. I felt Ashton’s sharp gaze focus on us from afar.

“Mr. Murphy, are you living together with Ms. Stovall?” Rachel asked suggestively.

Armond simply murmured in acknowledgement.

For some reason, the two employees from the Fuller Corporation decided to add fuel to the fire, perking up and added, “You treat Ms. Stovall with such kindness, Mr. Murphy. Anyone would be able to tell that the two of you are very close. It’s so admirable that you can work together and take care of each other.”

I was at a loss for words for a good moment. I opened my mouth, wanting to defend myself, but was worried that it would seem as if I was taking the chance to explain and show off my relationship with Armond on purpose.

So, I kept silent. At that moment, a waiter arrived with our food and that was the end of the topic.

While eating, the two Fuller Corporation employees had somehow jumped to the conclusion that Ashton and Rachel were a couple.

After the meal was finally over, Ashton instructed Joseph to send Rachel home, but the man in question had some other things to tend to.

Without a beat of hesitation, Linda offered to let me take Rachel home.

I didn’t even have a chance to retort with anything before Linda shoved me into the driver’s seat of my car.

Rachel didn’t speak for a long time during the drive. Naturally, I didn’t attempt to make conversation with her either.

Suddenly, she spoke up. “Did you leave Mr. Fuller because of me?”

I paused, then shook my head. “No. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

She rubbed at her knee, possibly due to the low temperature of the car’s air-conditioning. I reached down and turned the air-conditioner to a warmer setting.

“So you do have some self-awareness and left him because you know that you don’t deserve him. In that case, you’re not as despicable as I thought you were.” She watched as I turned up the heating in the car. “Thanks.”

I let out a light, casual laugh, deciding not to argue with her on the subject. “I’ll send you to the hospital to get your injury checked out. You’ve hurt your leg two times already, and it might be much more severe than expected.”

She nodded but didn’t sound grateful at all as she said, “Sure. You have nothing else to do, anyway.”

At the hospital, the doctor asserted that she’d pulled a ligament in her leg and needed to rest at home for a few days. He prescribed her some pills and an ointment for her injury.

“Send me home, too. It’s hard to hail a taxi out here,” she insisted as we exited the hospital.

It was true that taxis rarely came by the hospital area. Internally sighing, I nodded silently in agreement.