When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 358

Chapter 358

“Fine.” Shortly after, he offered, “Do you have trouble falling asleep? How about a drink?”

I rested my chin on my hand and stared blankly at the screen. “I just finished two episodes of adrama. My head hurts so much. John, I think my illness’ getting worse.”

John paused for a moment before saying, “I'll go pick you up now.”

With that, he hung up.

Looking at the scene on the laptop, my heart twisted in pain for some reason. It was agonizing, andI felt suffocated. Tears wouldn't well up in my eyes anymore, but the pain in my heart was agonizingEverything seemed dull to me. My world was a shade of grey without brightness. Sometimes, I evenfelt like committing suicide to end my suffering.

And I don't know who I am anymore.

John arrived at the villa after thirty minutes. He stopped his car downstairs and honked.

I looked down from the balcony and saw him popping his head out from the car window. “Comedown. Let's go for a ride.”

Listening to his words, I changed my clothes and went downstairs.

After getting into his car, he turned to me and asked, “Do you feel like drinking?”

Hoping that alcohol could make my pain vanish for a short while, I nodded and smiled. “Sure!”"What are you going to do from now on?" He spoke as he drove his car fast.

Thinking to myself, I couldn't come up with an answer, as I sighed helplessly. “I don't know. Come tothink of it, I have nothing I want.”

I had lost the yearning for love and the desire to live. My future seemed bleak now.

He shot me a look and asked, “Do you want to return to R Province?”

I froze and turned to him in confusion. “Isn't R Province demolished?” That alley was so small, andsome developers planned to build a villa there as the surroundings there caught their attention.

He nodded. “Others were demolished, but our old house wasn't. It was still there.”

Widening my eyes, I asked, “A holdout?”

Seeing my reaction, he burst into laughter. “You can say that.”

I didn't press the matter. Given his capabilities, it was a piece of cake for him to remain the over ahundred square meters of land as it was.

I thought for a second and said, “Let's go there next year when spring comes. I'll bring Summer withme too.”

He frowned, “Summer?”

I replied, “She is Macy's daughter.”

He froze and fell silent without saying anything in return.

At the nightclub in Imperial Hotel.

John tossed the car keys to the valet and held my arm. “Make sure to enjoy yourself later.”

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I felt like laughing. “How do I enjoy? Don't tell me you're going to replace me some hosts to serveme?”

He clicked his tongue and said, “Damn! Do you want hosts? Am I not enough?”

“Let's go.” Since we were already there, there was no point in backing out now.

I wasn't into drinking. John only brought me here because he knew I was in a foul mood andneeded something to keep me busy.

We didn't book a private room and only sat at a table in the main hall. He ordered some alcoholbefore turning to me and said, “If you're unhappy, you can just go for a divorce. The Stovall family’swealth is on par with the Fullers, so no worries.”

I broke into laughter. It had been a while since I had drunk; it felt extremely refreshing afterchugging down a glass of cocktail.

"How did you tell that I am miserable?” Squinting my eyes, I rested my chin on my hand and lookedat the woman dancing on the stage. Turning to John, I said, “Everything has turned out great. Whyshould I be sad?”

He didn't drink and only stared at me with a sympathetic look. “Scarlett, promise me. No matterhow hard things are in the future, I'm your brother and I'm here for you, so don't...”

He didn't finish his sentence while his eyes were filled with pain and hurt.

I sighed. It seemed he had many things he didn't wish to tell me.

Even if I asked him about it, he wouldn't tell.

Drinking when you have a lot on your mind was rather bad because you get drunk after only a fewshots.

Slap! A woman was slapped by a middle-aged man on the table next to us. The impact threw her tothe ground.

Both of us turned our heads in that direction. The woman's delicate face was swollen as shetrembled in pain on the floor.

“F*cking b*tch! Acting all pure and innocent in front of me? What a turnoff!” The furious man kickedher abdomen.

Unable to suppress the fury growing within me, I threw my glass at the man and it hit his leg.

He growled, “Ouch! Who threw this at me?”

“Me!” I kept silent while John spoke and got up with one of his hands in his pocket.

Glancing at the man with disgust, he frowned and said, “Disgusting. Not only does he not look like ahuman, his behavior vexes me too. When did Imperial Hotel start catering to dogs?”

The manager heard the commotion and rushed to the scene. When he saw John, he smiled andapologized. “My apologies, Mr. Stovall. How about you follow me to the private room on the secondfloor?”

John glanced at him and said indifferently, “I like to drink here. Nothing wrong with that, right?There's a dog here, so kick it out.”

The manager had a stiff expression on his face. Looking at the chubby man beside him, heapologized, “Sir, I'm really sorry, but we have rules here. We don't allow our customers to disturbothers and ruin their moods.”

Is this what they called saying unreasonable words in the most polite way possible?