When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 163


    I knew he was surprised, but I would try my best to resolve the dispute between George and him to free


    up his worries and to repay him for his kindness towards me.


    Ashton was already in the kitchen when I got out of the bathroom.


    He saw me and noticed that I was barefooted. “The floor is cold, so please wear slippers!” he said out


    of concern.


    Ah!


    I was too focused on looking for him that I forgot about it.


    After slipping into a pair of slippers, I entered the kitchen to take a peek at what he was cooking. “What


    are you cooking?” I asked to find out what was behind that rich,forting smell.


    “Chicken soup!” he replied with pride. He came close to me with his gleeful eyes and requested, “Give


    me a kiss!”


    I was startled, and I blushed. “Have you decided when to visit George?” I tried to change the topic.


    He noticed, so he smirked and teased, “I’ll tell you after you give me a peck on my cheek!”


    I gave him a light peck on his cheek and looked at him, “Alright, can I know now?”


    Ashton smiled so brightly – he resembled a happy baby with blushed cheeks and flushed ears.


    “The day after tomorrow then!”


    “Great!”


    I slept surprisingly well that night. When I woke up, Ashton was already off to work.


    Ized on the bed and thought of heading back to Glenwood Apartments to retrieve my cellphone. It


    felt awkward to not have my phone with me.


    To my wonderment, I saw Macy and Mrs. Eriksen chattering away happily.


    “When did you get here?” I interrupted.


    “I’ve been here for quite some time already. I brought your cellphone and bag here for you. Let’s get


    some breakfast and head to the hotel afterwards to meet Jackson!”


    I nodded in reply as the n sounded great.


    Macy was a chatterbox. She always had endless topics to talk about. There was a time when she was


    in the kitchen with Mrs. Eriksen, and both of them discussed topics from food to raising kids. I would


    not be surprised if they carried on their conversation for days.


    Lucky for me, Mrs. Eriksen had to get groceries after breakfast, so I was able to grab Macy to go to the


    hotel.


    Let’s go!


    “Your helper is so experienced! She’s the reason why I’m tempted to move in with you!” she eximed


    while munching on the green mango sd that she brought from the vi.


    I chuckled. “You are always weed for stayovers!”


    Mrs. Eriksen was an olddy who had been with the Fullers for many years. Hence, she was treated as


    part of the Fullers family.


    “Why are there so many medicines in your car?” Macy eximed as she pulled open the glove


    compartment at the front seat. “Hmm… most of them are pills to aid the release of progesterone.”


    She looked up at me and questioned, “Didn’t the doctor advise limiting the consumption of pills during


    pregnancy? Why are you taking so many different types then?”


    I stopped the car as the traffic lights turned red and exined, “I’ve been to the hospital several times,


    and those were what the doctors prescribed to me. Dr. Crest prescribed some drugs to help suppress


    my nauseousness and to stabilize my pregnancy.”


    Her facial expression changed when I mentioned Jared. “Oh,” she replied softly.


    I nced at her and asked mindlessly, “Do you n on telling Dr. Crest about your baby?”


    She pressed a finger on her temple and exined in a slightly annoyed tone, “The baby is mine, and it


    has nothing to do with him. I don’t feel the need to tell him about it.”


    I didn’t probe further and parked the car in the basement.


    It was already 11 a.m. “Should we bring some breakfast for Jackson? He probably hasn’t woke up yet.”


    “He would’ve probably ordered room service. Let’s go!” She pulled me into the lift andmented,


    “That sleepyhead is probably still in dreand.”


    We knocked on the room door several times, but there was no response. Macy pped her hands


    once while she imed, “I knew it!”


    Just when I was about to give him a call, Jackson opened the door.


    “Why are the both of you so early?” Jackson asked with his eyes half-closed.


    “Dude, it’s already noon! What did you dost night? Even pigs get hungry at this hour.” Macy rolled


    her eyes and was just about to step into his room.


    “Wait!” Jackson stopped.


    “Why?” Macy and I were startled.


    Macy scanned the room, squinted her eyes and guessed, “Did you bring ady over?”


    “No, of course not!” Jackson eximed with a slight hint of guilt. “This is a guys’ room! There are


    private stuff that you may not wish to see.”


    Tsk! Macy went speechless. “We know you so well down to the size of your pants. What else could we


    be surprised by?”


    I admire Macy’s quick wit.


    “Who’s there?” A voice sounded from the room. Both Macy and I dropped our jaws.


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    We nced at each other and eximed in unison, “It’s a guy?”


    “Jackson, you slept with a guy? Oh god…” Macy blurted. The voice sounded familiar.


    I was stunned, while Jackson’s face turned red. Macy and I entered the room.