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

Chapter 175 

With a sigh of relief, I lay down and got ready to sleep.

The next morning.

I woke up earlier than usual.

Ashton had not woken up yet and he was sleeping very soundly. Even then, his sleeping posture was very pleasant to the eyes. His neat and short black hair revealing his classic facial features which were well-defined.

It was the first time that I looked at his face so carefully.

His eyelashes were very long, his lips were tightly closed and the corners of his lips were turned down slightly!

This facial expression was an indication of constant alertness.

It had been said that people who slept with this posture were persistent and insistent on getting their way.

Indeed, Ashton fitted that description.

He had a broad chest, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist. Additionally, his legs were well-proportioned and slender!

His level of alertness was extremely high even when he was sound asleep.

He opened his pitch-black eyes suddenly with not the slightest bit of sleepiness and staring straight at me.

As our eyes met, I was taken aback for a moment but quickly returned to normalcy.

After a while, his tense body relaxed. His eyes narrowed and he stretched out his hand. “Come here?”

slightest embarrassment of being caught looking at him in his sleep. “You

must have gotten up early and gone to the market. The box of fruits that John brought

and brought some in. John was right. They were all fruits from R Province. The tomatoes were not very big

green mangoes were great too. When I was a kid, I always liked

them, so I washed some and packed them

was still in hospital, I would send

it was Ashton in grey pajamas. He was tall and slim and looked attractive even in

 It was still early and there was nothing for him to

air about him. Sure enough, he looked at

remain still. I put down my mobile phone and told him plainly, “Later, I shall be going to the hospital to

behind and his voice was raspy. “Cats tend to be irritable and cranky when they are feeling unsettled. Humans are the

suppressed desire,

I said nothing

enough, no matter how proper and well-dressed a man might be; he would

consent, he held back no more. His hands moved around my waist

this is the living room!” If he continued and if Mrs. Eriksen

go to the bathroom!” As he spoke, he had already picked me up and stepped into the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower before putting me on the edge of the

not surprised,

he caught

We did not speak.

an hour, I lay limp in his arms. He washed me and dressed me in some clothes

into the living room and placed me on the

 saying – A hungry wolf is an angry wolf.

in the bathroom, I

voice, I realized that he had woken up too early and had