When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 342

Chapter 342

The day went by.

In the evening, Ashton did not come home until after dinner. His face was pale. I took the initiativeto talk to him, “Mrs. Eriksen has a wonderful meal prepared just for you.”

He merely peered at me, his expression a cold one. “I've taken my dinner!”

He's still mad?

Then he stormed up the stairs and entered the study, leaving me completely baffled.

“Letty, do you mind taking this up to him? Mr. Ashton doesn't look very good. Maybe he’s dealingwith a lot of issues at work. You two should have a good chat as husband and wife, Life's like that.You're happy one day and then sad on another. Marriage is all about communication.”

Mrs. Eriksen spoke. Then she handed me the tray of home-cooked food she had prepared. Theywere all Ashton’s everyday favorites.

At the entrance to his study.

I knocked a few times on the door and, after some time, when no one came to answer it, pushed itopen and entered the room.

The study was barely lit. A strong smell of tobacco drifted in the air when I stepped in.

“Ashton?”

I turned on the lights to replace Ashton leaning back on his chair next to the European-style desk, hiseyes shut tight. The gloom on his face signaled that he would not tolerate disturbances at that time.I placed the tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs. Eriksen’s prepared someof your favorite food. Please try some.”

His eyes were closed so I could not get a good read of his emotions but, judging by the chill in thestudy, it seemed pretty clear that he was still bristling with anger.

The second I noticed the screen on his computer, I was stunned. It was a video of my car accident inthe city center the day before.

Why is he watching this?

“Uncle Louis says we're expected at the Stovall residence next Monday to go over the familyregistry. You've been busy recently, so maybe I..."

“Scarlett!” Ashton interrupted me. His eyelids snapped open, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

“Do you love him?” He said, his voice low and stern. He turned in his chair, his dark eyes fixed onme. “You managed to spot him in a sea of people, and then you went after him with little regard foryour life. Is it because you can't get over him?”

The way he spoke was extraordinarily calm and ironic. I froze on the spot, having understood thereason behind his fury.

I leveled my gaze at him and ultimately chose not to evade the question, so I said, “It's not what youthink. He's just an ordinary friend. But even so, if I chanced upon his lookalike on the streets, I wouldwant to replace out more about that person, just to assure myself. After all, I owed him my life.”

He rose and slowly made his way towards me. His voice was low and deep as he enveloped me withhis coldness. “What do you mean it's not what I think? Are you saying you know what's on mymind?”

I pursed my lips and subconsciously stepped back. When I hit the cold wall behind me, I realized Iwas cornered.

"Ashton, are you angry because I can't get over him, or are you mad because you believe I shouldn'tget upset over a dead person?”

He sneered. “What do you think?"

I pursed my lips. I, for one, knew that this man was extremely possessive and domineering. After apause, I said, “Whichever it is, Marcus is dead. That's an undeniable fact, isn't it?"

"What if he isn't?" he countered, his eyes darkened even more. “If he's alive, would you still want torepay his life-saving grace by offering your affection?”

I frowned, replaceing his argument awfully stubborn. Suppressing my emotions, I put my foot downand replied, “No ifs, and that's final!"

From the way I see it, Marcus was already gone. Only guilt and regret remained.

Ashton’s overreaction undoubtedly meant he could not bring himself to accept that the regrets Ihad for Marcus would increase little by little over time.

He gazed at me, his dark eyes as deep as the sea. A long while later, he tugged his dry lips. Then, hisslender and tall figure fell back onto the chair.