When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 660


    There was no such thing as first love in the world of grownups. He smiled coldly. “Being too smart isn’t


    good for a woman. It’s better if you y dumb once in a while. You know how it feels to be loved. I’m


    sure you don’t want to lose it.”


    I pursed my lips. Contrary to what he believed, all I felt was disgust. I kept quiet for a while before


    answering, “I want you to tell me the truth, Mr. Murphy.”


    He nodded. “Remember where we first met?”


    “J City’s cemetery.”


    He nodded; his gaze still fixated on me. “To be precise, right in front of Mrs. Stovall’s tombstone.”


    I knew my grandmother was a Stovall, so that wasn’t a shock. “So?” I looked at him. I saw Armond


    when I went to the cemetery on All Souls’ Day, but I didn’t think that much. I only thought he was being


    kind when he helped me out of the kidnapping, but after mulling it over, I thought things weren’t as


    simple as they seemed.


    There are no coincidences in this world.


    “I want the sandalwood box Mrs. Stovall left you.” His gaze was still cold as ever.


    I stiffened up and frowned at him. “That’s a puzzle box. How do you know I have it?”


    He smiled. “I found out about it.” And he said nothing more.


    I shouldn’t give him the box, since my grandma left it for me. However, if it could exchange five


    people’s lives and Ashton’s constion, that would be worth it. I nodded. “No problem.”


    He smiled, looking satisfied, and he stood up. “Sleep tight and wake up early next morning.”


    I nodded. I had something else to say, but Abe hade down. “What were you guys talking about,


    Mr. Murphy?” Abe squinted at me, then his eyes were locked on my face, and he criticized, “She has


    the curves, and her features are nice, but she has a scar. She’s not the best woman you can get, so


    what did you see in her?”


    He was talking to Armond.


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    Armond smiled at me. “Never judge a book by its cover. Beauty is nothing without a gorgeous soul.”


    Abe snorted and plopped down on the chair, staring at me quietly. “I can never get your aesthetics.”


    I went upstairs, refusing to stay any longer, and I mulled over what Armond told me. It would be for the


    best if he could take us away.


    Nora and the girls were looking better when I went to see them again. Nora, especially, had regained


    consciousness. She tugged at my arm, her eyes teary. “I want to go home.”


    That broke my heart, and I nodded. Everyone else was starting to regain some color, though they were


    still rtively pale. Well, anyone would be driven insane staying in that wretched ce for such a long


    time.


    Abe rarely stayed in the vi, probably fearing for his life. He was always cautious and appeared out of


    nowhere every time.


    Same went for Danny and Dante. They’d appear whenever I thought they weren’t around, but I could


    never find them whenever I tried.


    It was a sleepless night that night, for Armond’s promise lit up my desire to get my life back, and the


    prospect of bringing Nora and the girls back excited me.


    I stayed up untilte in the night, then I heard the roar of the engineing from below. I froze in fear,


    thinking that Abe hade again. Then I went to the balcony to take a look, but someone knocked on


    the door before I could and startled me.


    I went to take the door after a few more knocks, though surprisingly, it was Armond standing there. He


    was still cold as usual, though his ck suit made him all the more distant. He frowned at me. “Let’s


    go.”


    I was surprised. “Now?”


    “Abe’s at the vineyard having fun. It’s your best chance to make a break for it. I’ve handled everything


    else. Now go.”


    I was bbergasted, but I had to take the chance, or it might prove difficult to leave. I went with him and


    noticed Danny in the living room downstairs, only illuminated by the dimmp. He was staring straight


    at us.


    I stopped in my tracks. “Danny.”


    “Let’s go.” Armond threw him a look and dragged me away.


    I thought Danny would stop us, but all he did was see us off. I hesitated for a moment, and I said,


    “Thank you.”


    He didn’t answer me. Instead, he looked at Armond.


    Three ck cars were waiting for us when we came out, and the moment we got in, I heard gunshots


    coming from the rubber ntation. He shoved me into the car and told the chauffeur, “Take them and


    go!”


    Abe’s probably back. I stared at Armond, panicked. There was nothing I could say but, “Be careful.”