When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 139


    At that, she rushed downstairs.


    Staring at the untouched soup, I found myself lost in my thoughts. I was born without getting much love


    and attention in my life, and the “so-called” love that I met was pretty much the same.


    In fact, I had never experienced much familial love not to mention romantic love. Hence, I didn’t know


    much about love, nor have I learned how to love someone.


    Grandma adopted me, and she showed me what love and care were in those short years. I regarded


    her and her care as the figure of love.


    On the contrary, John’s extreme behavior, inflexibility, and apathy meant stubbornness to me.


    Whereas Macy’s protection and support meant friendship to me.


    As for Ashton, in the two years of our married life, he rarely treated me well. I dared not consider those


    rare moments as romantic love.


    It had not been my intention to misinterpret it as love.


    I liked Ashton, and that was why I could endure his cold treatment to me in silence. However, that did


    not mean I could pretend to be a fool who saw his cheap love as true love.


    The sky was getting darker, and I was exhausted. Yet, I could not fall asleep despite lying on the bed


    for quite some time. I had gotten used to sleeping with Macy.


    Right now, to lie on the bed all by myself, I felt as if there was a gap in my heart. Outside the window,


    the wind was howling. Soon, the heavy rain came.


    Sleepless, I nced at the clock on the wall. It was already one in the morning. Too frustrated to lie still


    anymore, I headed to the balcony instead.


    As I was soaked by the rain thest time I was on the balcony, Ashton had made some modifications to


    the balcony. Now, raindrops could not reach me, only the cold breeze.


    Still frustrated, I went down the stairs to the garden instead.


    Mrs. Eriksen had nted many nts in the garden. Now that it was raining heavily, the nts were


    tilting to the side by the force of the raindrops. The sight of them mirrored my mood.


    I could not help but think of how much the nts and I had inmon. With that thought, I walked into


    the garden and let the rain shower on me.


    My summer pajamas were thin, and in several seconds, I was soaked from head to toe. The rain was


    not cold, but it felt good to be in it. I had been sheltering the sorrow in me, and I crouched down to let


    the tears fall quietly.


    No one could keep living without ever venting their emotions, so the rain was my chance to express my


    agony freely.


    When Mrs. Eriksen found me, I was in the middle of crying. She anxiously came to me with an


    umbre, trying to drag me back to the house. However, she was not as young as me; if I did not want


    to leave, there was no way she could move me from my spot.


    Out of options, she threw the umbre aside and ran to the living room. When she came back out, she


    had a raincoat in her hands. As she put it on me, she consoled, “Letty, you can’t do this to yourself.


    Even if you don’t think about yourself, think about the baby in you. What shall I do if something


    happens to you?”


    To me, her words were lost in the howling wind. All I wanted to do was to crouch down and cry, hoping


    that I could cry out all the grievance and misery in me.


    Although the rain in midsummer was not cold, I was still a pregnant woman. Even if I were in the best


    of health, my body would not be able to take it after being in the rain for an hour.


    At that moment, the world spun around me.


    Just then, I heard Mrs. Eriksen’s delighted voice. “Mr. Ashton, you’re back!”


    I turned instinctively and saw Ashton in a ck suit by the doorway. Then, he walked toward me with a


    furious look in his eyes.


    After he lifted me up into his arms, he entered the house.


    My eyes were sore from the prolonged crying, and I could see that he had a gloomy expression on his


    face. Then, I shut my eyes as I don’t want to see him anymore.


    Since Ashton was back, Mrs. Eriksen no longer intervened in our matters.


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    After closing the bedroom door, Ashton pulled off my clothes and carried me into the bathroom.


    As he said nothing, I kept my lips sealed as well. The bathroom was dead silent.


    Time ticked by, and my freezing body finally gained some warmth. Even my sore eyes felt better by


    now.


    I opened them slowly, the sight of Ashton’s stony look and piercing gaze greeted me. After a while, he


    uttered, “Is it fun tormenting yourself?”


    At that, I furrowed my brows. Feeling uneasy being in a tub, lying stark naked for him to see, so I tried


    to get up and leave the bathroom.


    However, he quickly pressed me back into the tub. “Stay still.”


    My frown deepened, and I shot him a surly look. “I want to sleep.”


    “Are you nning to sleep outside?” He pressed me back into the water again, still not smiling. “Why


    did you go into the rain?”


    I yanked the towel over to cover myself and responded, “I was in a bad mood.”


    “In a bad mood?” He sneered, “If everyone tried to die whenever they’re in a bad mood, the streets


    would be littered with corpses. Scarlett, are you tormenting yourself, or are you tormenting me?”


    When I tilted my head upward to look at him, I saw my reflection in his eyes. “Can I even do that?” After


    a pause, Iughed, “Right. You should be together with the love of your life at this time, but you had to


    come back here because Mrs. Eriksen asked you to. Of course, you’re tormented.”


    Ignoring his dour look, I apologized half-heartedly, “I’m sorry. I guarantee that this won’t happen again.


    It’s gettingte, so it’s best if you go back and apany your love. I’m going to rest now.”


    “Scarlett Stovall!” he gritted out. “Do you have to speak so sarcastically?”