When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 467


    My smile faltered as I subconsciously turned toward John and said, “John, even Summer could


    understand the theory. Stop living in a world of your own.”


    He pressed his lips together and didn’t respond.


    As a normally quiet person, Hannah never spoke much either.


    After the meal, when we moved to have tea in the yard, Summer pestered Hannah to look at the


    flowers at the rear of the house.


    As I sat across John, I decided not to beat around the bush. “When do you n to hold the wedding?” I


    asked.


    He furrowed his brows. “What wedding?”


    “Your wedding with Ms. Anne, of course. Are you nning to get a marriage certificate after she has


    given birth?”


    He shrugged nonchntly and replied, “I don’t n to get married. I do want the child since it’s mine,


    but I have no ns to marry her. After the delivery, I’ll give her a sum of money and transfer the


    guardianship of the child under you. It’s the same thing as when Summer was transferred to you.”


    Listening to him, I was momentarily speechless from the wave of anger. Had it not been because the


    tea in my hands was scalding hot, I would have sshed it right in his face.


    “John Stovall! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are? I already feel sorry for Summer, yet


    you’re nning to let your child be born into a single-parent family? Moreover, what’s so bad about


    Hannah? She’s elegant and magnanimous. The only reason you could degrade her this way is


    because she loves you. Don’t wait for the day when she has given up that you realize what exactly you


    did wrong!”


    Indifferent, he sipped his tea and leaned against the chair, speaking in a leisure tone, “She wants


    money—I’ll give her money. She gives birth to my child, and I give her money in return—is that not


    taking responsibility? Besides, I’m sure you’ll dote on the child the same way you love Summer.”


    I—


    Unable to hold back, I sshed the cup of tea in my hand in his direction and yelled, “Stop dreaming! I


    won’t raise your child. Since you’ve decided to keep it, as a man, you have the obligation to make her


    your wife!”


    I was infuriated beyond reason. In an attempt to suppress my anger, I whirled around and headed


    toward the rear of the house.


    It had been a long time since Ist got that agitated. Bumping into Ashton, who had juste down


    from the second floor, he questioned, “What happened?”


    “Men are all good-for-nothing!” I answered furiously, having yet to calm myself down.


    Ashton was speechless. A short whileter, when I’d calmed my emotions, he chuckled. “Not mad


    anymore?”


    I nodded, looking at him somewhat awkwardly. “Earlier—”


    “I get it. Was it about John and Ms. Anne?” He smiled in understanding.


    “For a woman such as Hannah, once he has missed it, he’ll never find it again. Rather than cherishing


    the gem he has, he’s decided not to get married. Sc*mbag!”


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    With an arm outreached, he took me aside to rest on a chair and said gently, “Are you mad because he


    doesn’t know how to cherish her or because of how he feels toward you?”


    I was stunned for a minute when I nced up into his fervent gaze. It took a while for me to find my


    voice and said, “His feelings for me aren’t romantic but like siblings. It’s just that he’s yet to realize it.”


    I understood precisely how well John treated me. All these years, he had considered everything about


    me in his heart. In outsiders’ eyes, it seemed to be no different from a rtionship between man and


    woman. But having gotten involved in a real rtionship, how could I not know what John’s feelings


    were for me? We knew each other since we were young and lived through the hard times by each


    other’s side. Having spent those years together, how could I not differentiate between family and love?


    We were both lonely at heart. Without Grandma and Macy, the only person we had to depend on were


    each other.


    If he were to feel romantically for me—based on his personality—he would’ve made a move a long time


    ago.


    Ashton watched me for a long time without saying a word.


    Standing in his shoes, I could understand what he was worried about and said in assurance, “I was


    mad because he couldn’t see through his own feelings. I fear it’ll take him losing the most important


    person to him before he finally gets himself together. I was mad about how clueless he was.” Pausing, I


    grabbed his hand and got serious. “Ashton, we’re not kids anymore. Having lived for nearly half my life,


    I’m clear about what my heart wants. I merely don’t wish for John to live in regrets, that’s all.”


    Despite all that I said, Ashton only stared at me dispiritedly, staying quiet. I searched his face but


    couldn’t figure out what his true thoughts were. Believing that he was mad, I added, “Ashton, you can’t


    be this petty.”


    His lips curved, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes. “What do I have to do to not be considered


    petty?”


    Realizing that he was teasing me, I shot him a re and refused tomunicate further.


    Before I could stand up and get away, he plopped me down onto hisp and encircled my waist, his


    voiceced with amusement. “How about we let them handle their own problems while we live our own


    lives?”