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When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 275

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 275

He pulled my covers open, causing the sunlight to blind my eyes momentarily.

Scowling, he inquired, “Are you trying to suffocate yourself?”

I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. “Ashton, can’t I vent my feelings? Have you ever been considerate of my feelings?”

Knitting his brows together, he asked, “Are you unwell?”

I felt tempted to strangle him. “Can’t you feel it?” I gritted out angrily.

His frown deepened. “Let’s go to the hospital.”

Infuriated by his suggestion, I threw a pillow at him. “Get out!”

Ashton left without a word and shut the door behind him.

I shut my eyes and lay on the bed, but I was too upset to sleep.

Mrs. Eriksen brought breakfast upstairs and called me hesitantly. “Letty, I brought breakfast. Why don’t you eat something and apply some ointment before going back to sleep?”

“No need!” I wasn’t someone who’d throw a tantrum without reason, so I merely replied to her coolly.

She paused before explaining, “Letty, Mr. Ashton left a while ago. He told me to watch you eat a little. If you feel unwell, apply the ointment and get some rest.”

“No need!” My voice grew louder.

Mrs. Eriksen stopped trying to persuade me and placed the tray on the table. Before she left, something occurred to her. “Letty, actually, Mr. Ashton adores you. I watched him grow up. His grandfather brought him up, so he doesn’t know how to take care of others. He’s good at solving problems because that was what his grandfather taught him. Mr. Fuller wanted him to take over the business. Mr. Ashton wasn’t born a cold-hearted person. He might not know how to please you. But it’s obvious he cares about you a lot.”

She added, “He wanted to come up earlier, but you were mad at him. Hence, he told me to relay his wishes. You’re a married couple and should understand each other.

Don’t argue over trivial matters as that would only bring harm to your relationship.”

I was too exhausted to think of a reply. “I got it, Mrs. Eriksen. You should go back to work. I’d like to rest now.”

She nodded. “Okay. Remember to eat your breakfast later.”

She left right after saying that.

I lay in bed and stared at the scenery outside the window with my half-opened eyes. Winter in K City was a dreadful affair. It was drizzling now. This wouldn’t help me feel better at all.

Every inch of my body was throbbing painfully. I couldn’t fall asleep or bring myself to eat anything

I wanted to lie in bed and do nothing.

I stared blankly at the ceiling. Actually, the news of Rebecca’s miscarriage didn’t lift my mood at all.

Annoyed, I tried to force myself to sleep. However, the more I wanted to sleep, the more my body refused to cooperate with me.

After a few tries, I sat up in frustration and made my way to the balcony.

I opened all the windows. The drizzling rain was splattering lightly as the chilly wind gushed into the bedroom, waking me up instantly. I felt terribly uncomfortable, so I sat by the window and allowed the rain and wind to waft through the open window.

The trees outside the villa were bare. No birds were visible. It was a desolate scene.

As the drizzle turned into a huge downpour, the annoyance in my heart faded away gradually.

After calming down, I felt sleepy. I leaned against the wall next to the window, closing my eyes to sleep.

Time flew by quickly. When I was about to drift off, someone pushed the door open.

Ashton had returned. He spotted me on the balcony as the cold wind wafted into our bedroom

I sat up as he gazed at me, my drowsiness gone.

He hurried over to me and gritted out, “Scarlett, what are you doing?”

Pulling me back into the bedroom, he demanded, “Am I that disgusting to you? Why are you torturing yourself? Who do you think you are?”

After being awake for over twenty-four hours, I wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. I looked up at him and lowered my gaze in exhaustion.

My throat was parched. Glancing around, I realized there wasn’t any water around and gave up.

Ashton grew upset seeing my reaction. He tucked me up in bed before closing the windows and set the heating to the warmest temperature available.

My flimsy pajamas were wet by now. He rummaged through my closet and helped me change before tucking me in.

Mrs. Eriksen arrived and asked softly, “Mr. Ashton, is she alright?”

Ashton ordered gloomily. “Bring her some warm water. Reheat the dinner.” ;

Nodding, she walked out and left us alone.

I was lying in bed when he pulled back the covers.

Stunned, I grabbed his hand. “Ashton, you…”

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