When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 918
“You didn’t say that thest time,” Justin finally managed uncertainly. He looked immensely vulnerable,
his heart having been promptly ripped to shreds before an entire crowd.
Ste looked at him coldly. “What else did you want me to say, then? I thought I’d refused you
obviously enough. Couldn’t you tell?”
At that, Justin hung his head, deted. Even the vibrant bouquet he’d brandished confidently before
now hung crumpled before him. Justin had bitterly wrung it in his despair. “Why? Is it because I’m not
rich enough? Or that I…”
“It’s none of those reasons! I don’t love you. It has nothing to do with your money or your abilities at all.
I don’t love you, pure and simple. You can go now. I’m begging you, please don’t embarrass me like
that ever again, OK?” I’d only ever been exposed to the sunny, endearing side of Ste. Thus, I was
rather startled to see that she was capable of such harshness as well.
I dragged Ashton with me out of the lobby, then sighed longingly. “After so many years at university, no
one has ever confessed their love to me so grandly before. It only works if the person you’re proposing
to love you back, of course. But I rather like this heady rush of emotions and romance.”
Ashton’s grip on my arm tightened slightly. “What do you like?”
ncing at his sober expression, Iughed. “I like the impulsive, romantic ways of these youths. Since
we’ve gotten older, I haven’t been feeling many strong bursts of emotions. Life doesn’t seem as
exciting anymore.”
Upon that, Ashton pulled me to face him. Gravely, he asked, “Are you tired of me because I’m old?”
Is Ashton approaching menopause? I wondered wryly.
I smacked my forehead in exaggerated frustration. “I didn’t say you were old. I meant that I admired
youths for their wholehearted and energetic approach to life. I’ve been motivated to live my days in the
same way, rather than always dragging my feet around. Ugh… Stop twisting my words!”
Ashton waggled an eyebrow at me. “What wholehearted and energetic things do you n on doing?”
Instantly, I became speechless at his words. I should have known better than to talk about things like
romance with an old pedant like him.
After a while, Iughed a little too brightly. “Let’s not dwell on such things! It’s gettingte, and John
should have already arrived. We shouldn’t make him wait.”
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I then wrenched my hand away from Ashton’s steel grip and forcefully terminated the conversation.
A question lingered in my mind, however. Ste’s blushing, rosy face resurfaced in my mind, and I
couldn’t help but ponder. Does Ste already have someone she loves? Is that why she rejected
Justin?
At that time, John had indeed already reached the restaurant and was midway through his meal.
Looking at the half-eaten dishes spread out over the table, as well as the nearly empty bottle of wine, I
cried ruefully, “Mr. Stovall, you’re really getting more and more impolite.”
John looked at me in amusement and sniggered. Then he called for a waiter to bring another round of
dishes. “I had to fill my stomach first before the sight of you two behaving all lovey-dovey made me
nauseous.”
I shook my head wordlessly at John, then sidled into the seat opposite him. “How’s Uncle Louis?” I
asked.
John shrugged. He filled Ashton’s ss with wine, then answered, “There’s no concrete evidence. His
superiors are biased against him. Uncle Louis has always lived an open, honest life. All the ammunition
that those green-eyed monsters have against him are their own baseless rumors. There’s nothing for
them to uncover. Uncle Louis should be able to return within a few days.”
I nodded. The waiterid out another round of dishes, and we tucked in eagerly. Ashton and John
fervently discussed the state of the market between sses of wine. I had nned on asking John
about his rtionship with Hannah but refrained as Ashton disapproved of gossip.
Midway through the meal, I rose to go to the bathroom. When I emerged from the stall, I heard a
woman’s voice saying, “Don’t you pity Reba? Her ex-boyfriend got stolen from her, and now her
current partner’s cheating on her. She’s really unlucky!”
Another voice answered, “I don’t know about that, but I heard Mr. Quinn’s woman used to be with Mr.
Crest. Clearly, Mr. Quinn isn’t too picky. After all, he’s even willing to ept his friend’s hand-me-
downs! It’s strange, but there you have it.”
“That’s right. Don’t forget, Reba was tossed aside after Mr. Fuller got tired of her too. These rich
people have no morals at all. They treat women and clothing alike, to be used and then cast away.”
I furrowed my brow, looking over at those two women airily gossiping away. Judging by their borate
outfits and appearance, they were probably socialites. I wasn’t part of that circle and naturally didn’t like
to concern myself with their affairs.
Yet, I was bothered by what those two women had just said.
Mr. Crest? Jared?
Had he ever taken a woman for a ride? Who was it?
No one came to mind. However, Joe was practically groveling at Reba’s feet, so deep was his
affection for her. Having gotten this opportunity to prove himself to her, why had Joe ended up
offending her instead?
Bang! My deep reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a door being flung open. A woman
dressed entirely in ck strode out from a stall.
I automatically looked up, then started in surprise.
Kristina? Isn’t she in W City? Why did shee back?
Our eyes met. A glimmer of hesitation appeared in Kristina’s gaze before she looked away. Sauntering
towards the sink, she asked icily, “Don’t you think it’s a joke?”