When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 111
While the car window unwound, Joseph said in a respectful tone, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Fuller sent me to fetch you.”
What a stalker.
“I told him that I’m not going!” I was starting to get annoyed.
“Mr. Fuller sent me to fetch you,” Joseph repeated sternly.
At that moment, I became upset and explained, “Alright, I know. I will head there myself, okay?”
“Let me send you.”
What in the world… Smack! I slapped the stirring wheel to let off some steam. Then, I looked out at Joseph again and demanded, “Move!”
He stepped aside, waiting for me to get off the car.
Ashton is driving me crazy. After I got off my car, Joseph, with his sternness, as usual, said, “Ms. Stovall, please follow me.”
I boarded the Black Bentley and was still filled with frustration. Although I needed to vent so badly, Joseph was not an ideal person to do so. He wasn’t exactly punchbag material.
Upon arriving at the hospital, I sprinted towards Ashton’s ward.
Josiah, Joe, and Rebecca were all there and were staring at me dumbfoundedly; I guessed I had probably appeared too suddenly.
I glanced at Ashton, then to the rest of them, and said politely, “If there’s nothing else, you guys may take your leave.”
After all, I could not possibly let out my frustration on Ashton in the presence of others.
Josiah had always been a sensitive guy. He was stunned for a moment but took the hint and left the ward as well.
However, Rebecca raised her brows and exclaimed, “Excuse me, Scarlett, but where are your manners? You came in without even knocking.”
“Ms. Ludwick, what were you and the rest of them doing in the ward with the door wide opened? It wasn’t even closed, so why should I knock?”
“Scarlett, you prick! You’re shameless!” Rebecca exclaimed in embarrassment.
With the frustration still boiling within me, I retaliated, “Oh, is that so? Who’s been clinging onto Ashton all this while, huh? How does it feel, though, picking up scraps all the time!
While sneering, I interrupted, “Why? Mr. Quinn and Dr. Crest aren’t that bad too. Oh, that’s right. A gentleman like Dr. Crest wouldn’t fancy a shameless girl like you. But doesn’t Mr. Quinn have a crush on you? So why do you sull keep him hanging? Are you that desperate?”
Right then. Joe’s face darkened. “Scarlett, please mind your words.”
“Oh, look, what do we have here! Mr. Quinn trying to save the damsel in distress!” I sneered.
“Enough is enough!” Ashton called out. He then glanced over at the both of them and said, “Please get going.”
Both Rebecca and Joe were very displeased but kept silent as they did not want to further aggravate the situation. They left shortly afterward, and I was finally left alone with Ashton.
We faced each other, and I noticed that his face was slightly pale. Meanwhile, he also noticed my discontent.
He raised his eyebrows and asked in concern, “What happened?”
“Didn’t you call me over to have lunch with you?” I said in annoyance as I started to let out my frustration.
“Alright, then… What would you like to have?”
“Ashton, are you that bored?” Did he get me to come all the way here just to ask me this simple question? “If you’re lonely, why don’t you get Rebecca dearest to keep you company? Don’t waste my time.”
Ashton went silent and kept staring at me; There was a hint of guilt in my eyes. Seeing that, he stepped back a little.
At that moment, his gaze was extremely bitter, and his expression wasn’t exactly pretty.
“Are you going to stay and keep me company?”
“No,” I replied as I lowered my head.
I paused for a moment and continued, “I’m currently in a bad mood and don’t have the patience to deal with you right now.”
Grabbing me by the wrist, he pulled me to the side of his bed, lowered his voice, and asked, “Are you upset because I took the injury on behalf of Rebecca?”
“No!” After so many years had passed, I was no longer upset at such issues.
His gaze softened as he stared at my tummy while rubbing it gently. “Because of this little one? He inquired with his brows raised.
I rolled my eyes.
Just then, Joseph brought a feast of takeout into the ward.
After he arranged them on the table nicely, he looked at Ashton and asked, “Mr. Fuller, is there anything else you need?”
Ashton glanced over at him and shook his head. “That’s all for now. You may leave.”
Once Joseph left, Ashton looked at me and uttered, “Hey… look! These are all your favorite food.”
Indeed, it was.
I was famished. Grabbing the cutleries, I gobbled down the food without waiting for Ashton.
A few mouthfuls of food later, I felt his gaze on me and was uncomfortable. I glanced at him and asked, “Aren’t you going to eat?”
He frowned, and his eyes looked towards the drip needle on his arm. He was trying to hint that it was inconvenient for him to use his arms to eat.
I knew he wanted me to feed him, but I pretended not to know and continued to eat.
That was my mini revenge on him.
When I was about done, he was still staring at me. Thus, I felt sorry for him and grabbed some food over to his side.
“Open your mouth!” I demanded.
He was very obedient – like an innocent little boy.
Seeing that he was almost done, I informed him, “I’m not sleeping here tonight because I can’t sleep well here.”