When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1442


    Marcus’ half-awakened eyes promptly lit up, and his inflection elevated a notch. “To see who?”


    I replied with a stutter, “It’s…”


    He did not wait for me to finish. “Go ahead if you want to, but be careful. There may be something more


    to the traffic ident than meets the eye.”


    His tone was calm, but his words discouraging.


    I nodded. “I understand. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”


    With that, I poured a ss of water and left it within his reach. “Rest up first. Mrs. Kingsley will be over


    soon.”


    “Okay.”


    ……


    I left only when Mrs. Kingsley arrived.


    I was about to hire a ride when a ck van honked at me.


    Its number te was not unfamiliar to me. Ashton had once unloaded from this vehicle when he moved


    in next door to Marcus.


    I instinctively reached over for the handle. When the door to the rear seating opened, there sat Ashton.


    Cautiously, I withdrew my hand. “Mr. Fuller?”


    “Get in.”


    Ashton spoke briskly and without much emotion, so much so that I was unsure whether I had imagined


    hearing him.


    I caught a glimpse of his fingers rapping upon the armrest ever so often. Their movements were casual


    yet confident. Only then did I understand that he had been waiting for some time, so I promptly lowered


    my head and entered without a fight.


    The soundproofing inside the vehicle was excellent as it was rtively quiet even while we traversed


    the bustlingmercial district.


    I was first between us to break the silence. “Have you found out the results of the paternity test yet, Mr.


    Fuller?”


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    “Not yet.” Ashton’s lips lifted somewhat patronizingly before he went on to light up a cigar for himself.


    My body had been subsisting on medication and supplements during this period and was more


    sensitive than most. I cupped my nose inside my knuckle against the smell of tobo drifting toward


    me.


    In the next moment, the windows to the side steadily lowered.


    When I turned, I saw that the freshly lit cigar was now resting quietly inside the ashtray. With the inside


    of the carpletely ventted by the night breeze, the scent of the tobo quickly dissipated.


    I felt warm inside and pursed my lips as I regarded him and his considerate gesture.


    Ashton’s gaze was directed forward and unwavering. The calmness that was also reflected in his gaze


    made him hard to decipher.


    Shortly, the car rolled to a halt.


    Joseph came up to open the door. “Mr. Fuller.”


    It would appear that he, too, had been waiting for a while as well. Upon detecting my presence, he


    bowed in greeting. “Ms. Stovall.”


    He then walked himself to Ashton’s right and whispered into his ear as he led the way.


    I followed behind in silence with a mminess inside my palms.


    Even though it was conclusive enough over on Marcus’ end, I could not help but hope for some luck


    and some surprises going in.


    We did not have to wait very long before the doctor arrived with the paternity test report in hand. A


    bunch of the specialized terminology was broken down and exined, but it was all Greek to me.


    Ashton must have noticed my unease. He stretched out his legs and said staidly, “Be concise.”


    The doctor immediately closed the file and replied solemnly, “Ms. Carlette Stovall and Gregory Hall are


    not biologically rted.”


    “No?” I could not mask my disappointment. Could it be that Marcus was right while Emery and the rest


    were mistaken about this?


    I absentmindedly looked to Ashton for his reaction. His face was darkened as he sat frozen in his seat.


    After a brief pause, he looked up and instructed Joseph, “Send Ms. Stovall home.”


    His tone was frostier than before, and there was a subtle sense of urgency about it.


    Joseph, too, seemed surprised at the oue and took a while to recover. He then duly gestured to


    the door, saying, “After you, Ms. Stovall.”


    I did not get up right away, turning to the side instead. “Mr. Fuller!”


    It was the ties that bind. I refused to believe that Gregory’s attachment toward me came out of


    nowhere. We must be missing something.


    Even though I was unable to convince myself, I would not be able to ept this if the results currently


    in Ashton’s hands had been tampered with.