When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 4


    The corridor wasn’t exactly wide, so we came face to face with one another. Stunned for a while, he


    then straightened his clothes and exined, “Ms. Stovall, I’m here to treat Reba.”


    Jared was Ashton’s best friend. They say that you only need to look at the attitude of a man’s best


    friend to truly know whether he holds affection toward you.


    Attitude aside, the way that he addressed me was enough to prove that I would only ever be Ms.


    Stovall.


    What a polite and distant form of address!


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    I learned not to dwell too much on the details as they would only bring me heartache. Forcing a smile


    onto my lips, I gave way to him as I replied, “Mm, go ahead!”


    Now and again, I truly admired Reba. She merely needed to shed a few tears to receive the warmth


    that would never be bestowed upon me even after half a lifetime of hard work.


    Back in the bedroom, I found a suit that Ashton had never worn before. Eventually, I brought it with me


    as I walked down toward the living room.


    Jared made quick work of treating Reba. After measuring her temperature and prescribing her the


    relevant medications, he was prepared to leave.


    When he came downstairs and saw me standing in the living room, he offered me a civil smile. “It’s


    gettingte now. Aren’t you going to sleep yet, Ms. Stovall?”


    “Mm, I’ll sleep soon.” I passed him the clothes in my hand as I professed, “Your clothes are wet and it’s


    still raining outside. You should change into this before you leave or you’ll catch a cold.”


    He was probably surprised by my gesture because he blinked at me without saying anything for a


    while. Then, his handsome face stretched into a grin. “It’s alright. I’m as fit as a bull, so I’ll be


    completely fine!”


    I stuffed the clothes into his hands and insisted, “Ashton has never worn this before. Even the tags are


    still there. You two are almost the same size; just take it.”


    With that, I climbed the stairs and returned to the bedroom.


    My actions weren’t out of pure kindness by any means. Back when my grandmother was hospitalized,


    Jared was her attending surgeon. He was an internationally renowned doctor. If it weren’t for the


    Fullers, he would never have agreed to perform surgery on my grandmother. The clothes were my way


    of repaying him.


    The next day.


    After a whole night of heavy rain, the morning air was filled with a musky and fresh scent. I was used to


    waking up early. After washing up, I went downstairs only to see Ashton and Reba in the kitchen.


    Ashton had a ck apron tied around his hips as he was frying eggs by the stove. Gone was his harsh


    and wintry vibe. Now, he seemed as though he was surrounded by a halo of joy.


    Reba’s bright eyes followed his movements. Her delicate and pretty face was slightly flushed, likely


    due to the fact that her fever had only just subsided. She actually appeared both cute and charming.


    “Ash, I want my fried eggs to be slightly burnt.” As she spoke, her hand lifted to feed Ashton a


    strawberry before she continued, “But not too burnt, or it’ll taste bitter.”


    Ashton munched on the strawberry as he turned his gaze toward her. Although he had merely kept


    silent, his eyes were enough to convey the extent of his indulgence toward her.


    They were both blessed with refined features and they made such a fine couple.


    Their gestures were warm and sweet; there was indeed romance in the air.


    “They look really good together, don’t you think so?” A voice resounded from behind, startling me. I


    looked over my shoulder and found Jared standing there. I forgot that it had rained heavilyst night,


    and given Reba was down with a high fever, of course Ashton did not let Jared leave.


    “Good morning!” I smiled when my gaze lowered and realized that he was wearing the clothes I had


    given him the previous night.


    Observing my gaze, Jared raised his brows with a smile. “These clothes fit me quite well. Thank you.”


    I shook my head. “Don’t mention it!” I had bought it for Ashton, but he never once bothered to try it.


    Hearing our voices, Reba turned toward us and called out, “Scarlett, Jared. You’re both awake.


    Ashton has fried some eggs for breakfast. Come on over and have some!”


    She spoke as though she was thedy of the household.


    Shooting her a nd smile, I hurriedly refused, “It’s fine. I bought some bread and milk yesterday. The


    milk is still in the fridge. You’ve only just recovered, so you should drink more.” I lived here for two


    years; the title deed had both my name and Ashton’s listed on it.


    Although I was oftenpliant, it was only natural that I could not bear seeing someone else barge


    into my home and acting as if they owned the ce.