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When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 342
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Chapter 342

The day went by.

In the evening, Ashton did not come home until after dinner. His face was pale. I took the initiative to talk

to him, “Mrs. Eriksen has a wonderful meal prepared just for you.”

He merely peered at me, his expression a cold one. “I’ve taken my dinner!”

He’s still mad?

Then he stormed up the stairs and entered the study, leaving me completely baffled.

“Letty, do you mind taking this up to him? Mr. Ashton doesn’t look very good. Maybe he’s dealing with a

lot of issues at work. You two should have a good chat as husband and wife, Life’s like that. You’re happy

one day and then sad on another. Marriage is all about communication.”

Mrs. Eriksen spoke. Then she handed me the tray of home-cooked food she had prepared. They were all

Ashton’s everyday favorites.

At the entrance to his study.

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I knocked a few times on the door and, after some time, when no one came to answer it, pushed it open

and entered the room.

The study was barely lit. A strong smell of tobacco drifted in the air when I stepped in.

“Ashton?”

I turned on the lights to find Ashton leaning back on his chair next to the European-style desk, his eyes

shut tight. The gloom on his face signaled that he would not tolerate disturbances at that time.

I placed the tray of food on the desk, and whispered to him, “Ashton, Mrs. Eriksen’s prepared some of

your favorite food. Please try some.”

His eyes were closed so I could not get a good read of his emotions but, judging by the chill in the study,

it seemed pretty clear that he was still bristling with anger.

The second I noticed the screen on his computer, I was stunned. It was a video of my car accident in the

city center the day before.

Why is he watching this?

“Uncle Louis says we’re expected at the Stovall residence next Monday to go over the family registry.

You’ve been busy recently, so maybe I…”

“Scarlett!” Ashton interrupted me. His eyelids snapped open, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

“Do you love him?” He said, his voice low and stern. He turned in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on me.

“You managed to spot him in a sea of people, and then you went after him with little regard for your life.

Is it because you can’t get over him?”

The way he spoke was extraordinarily calm and ironic. I froze on the spot, having understood the reason

behind his fury.

I leveled my gaze at him and ultimately chose not to evade the question, so I said, “It’s not what you

think. He’s just an ordinary friend. But even so, if I chanced upon his lookalike on the streets, I would

want to find out more about that person, just to assure myself. After all, I owed him my life.”

He rose and slowly made his way towards me. His voice was low and deep as he enveloped me with his

coldness. “What do you mean it’s not what I think? Are you saying you know what’s on my mind?”

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I pursed my lips and subconsciously stepped back. When I hit the cold wall behind me, I realized I was

cornered.

“Ashton, are you angry because I can’t get over him, or are you mad because you believe I shouldn’t get

upset over a dead person?”

He sneered. “What do you think?”

I pursed my lips. I, for one, knew that this man was extremely possessive and domineering. After a

pause, I said, “Whichever it is, Marcus is dead. That’s an undeniable fact, isn’t it?”

“What if he isn’t?” he countered, his eyes darkened even more. “If he’s alive, would you still want to

repay his life-saving grace by offering your affection?”

I frowned, finding his argument awfully stubborn. Suppressing my emotions, I put my foot down and

replied, “No ifs, and that’s final!”

From the way I see it, Marcus was already gone. Only guilt and regret remained.

Ashton’s overreaction undoubtedly meant he could not bring himself to accept that the regrets I had for

Marcus would increase little by little over time.

He gazed at me, his dark eyes as deep as the sea. A long while later, he tugged his dry lips. Then, his

slender and tall figure fell back onto the chair.