When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 82

Chapter 82

No matter how enchanting his words were, anything that came out of his mouth sounded malicious.Forcefully suppressing my fear deep inside, I put on a tough front and asked, “What have you donewith Macy?”

Raising his hand, he edged closer and peered at me before saying casually, “She's fine.” Lifting upmy chin, he remarked helplessly, “Letty, you've grown thinner, but you still look stunning still!”

I lowered my gaze, refusing to talk to him.

"J City's Harrison Family is a prominent centuries-old clan. They have produced many top militaryleaders and politicians throughout the years. In the business world, they are second to none. You'dbetter stay close to me later.” he said with a strict tone.

Hearing that made me frown. It's been five years since we last met, I wonder what he has beendoing for all these years/How did he transform himself from a hacker into someone who couldreach the pinnacle in both business and politics?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my ride came to a stop outside a European-styled luxurious villa.John alighted first from the car before opening my side of the door and ushered me out in agentlemanly manner. He then whispered in my ear, “Make sure you hold my arms at all times.”

I hated and feared his hypocrisy. His smiling facade was simply revolting. He had always been thetype of person who would stab someone in the back without even blinking an eye. Everything nicehe ever did was always the precursor to his evil intent.

Yet I had no choice but to listen to him. Holding onto his arms, I got off the car.

The villa was architecturally elegant outside while tinged with culturally inspired design on theinside. The entrance led not into a hall as per a normal villa, but rather a cobblestone path thatmeandered through a small garden before arriving at the actual hall.

Walking arm-in-arm with John, I strutted on smoothly in my high heels.

Outside the hall, I caught sight of Ashton standing not far in front. He was clad in a black suit and awhite shirt underneath. With crisp-white collars, short-cropped hair, and groomed-sharp features,he looked handsomely stunning.

His mere presence exuded a strong, manly aura that even among the crowd, he could still be easilyspotted with a mere glance.

Realization finally dawned on me that this elegant party was Cameron Anderson's aforementionedbirthday banquet. Ashton, together with many from the J City's business and political circles wereinvited. My eyes widened as I realized that I knew quite a few of them.

I was Ashton’s wife, yet here I was, holding onto another man’s hand. By showing up like this, I knewthat it was akin to a slap on Ashton'’s face.

I descended into a state of fear and worry and abruptly withdrew my hand.

However, John was never the type of person to miss out on opportunities to torment others.Grabbing my hand forcefully, he growled, “Letty, behave!”

I could only bit my lips as sweat started to break out from my palms.

Raising my eyes to look in the direction of Ashton, I realized to my horror that he had his sights onme too. His deep, dark eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on the black, drop-shoulder gown on mybody.

Shortly after, he turned his attention to John and greeted, “Mr. Stovall, it's been a long while since Ilast saw you.”

What? Ashton and John know each other?

John pulled me closer as he smiled, “Indeed, Mr. Fuller. It has been a while since our last meeting.”The exchange between the two seemed ordinary enough that I could not sense anything wrongAshton shifted his gaze onto me and queried, “And who's this lovely lady beside you, Mr. Stovall?”“My fiancée!” John's false admission clearly shocked Ashton. The latter's expression became grim ashis gaze turned frosty.

Still, he maintained his smile as he remarked, “Words on the street is that Mr. Stovall has no interestin women. But I guess that's not true, seeing that you have such a stunning fiancée by your side.”John held my hand as he smiled, “It's not that I don't have interest in women. It's just

that I've been waiting for the right one to appear.”

Hearing those words, Ashton narrowed his eyes dangerously as his lips repeated softly, “The rightone to appear..."

At this point, I was already in full-blown panic mode. I had never mentioned John to Ashton. Eventhough I might able to do so in the future, but for now, the matter itself had been exacerbated to acritical point. All I wished at that moment was for a hole to open up and swallow me whole.However, I could not get away as my hand was held firmly by John. I dared not open my moutheither to denied the nonsense he spouted

My heart was in a mess.

Ashton’s dark gaze fell upon me for a moment before he suddenly smiled and asked sarcastically,"How shall I address you now? Mrs. Fuller? Or Mrs. Stovall?”

My heart sank. Forcefully yanking away from John's iron grasp, I stepped forward and grabbedAshton as I stuttered, “A-Ashton, I..."

“Ashton!” Just then, a gentle and sweet voice of a woman called out from the side. Turning my headtoward the source, I saw Rebecca coming over. She was wearing a nude-colored, mermaid-barebackgown that fully accented her gorgeous figure. Lifting her gown skirt in one hand, she sashayedgracefully to Ashton's side and hooked her arms into his.

Standing together, they looked like a match made in heaven.

Rebecca was not surprised when she noticed me. Her expression betrayed a certain dislike as shegreeted, “I see that Ms. Stovall is here as well.”

As her eyes rested upon John who was beside me, she smiled faintly and remarked, “Ms. Stovall, ishe your... friend?”

She purposely emphasized the word “friend” in an ambiguous manner.

I looked down and averted her gaze. I was prudent enough to suppress the retort I had in mindbecause no matter how I put it, in the current situation, I would be merely making a fool out ofmyself.

“Letty, let's go in.” John simply glanced at Rebecca with indifference as a look of disdain flashedacross his face. Holding onto my arm, he pulled me toward the hall.

Truthfully speaking, it wasn't that John had no interest in women, it was that he was disgusted bywomen. He had been repulsed by women since the age of eight. If it were not for the fact that Igrew up with him, he would have also hated me.

His special condition was like a sentence to hell for me, as it made it that much harder for me toescape from his evil clutches.