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

After all, she was old and had been living a comfortable life, so it was only natural that she suffered backaches after being out in the yard for too long.

She was clutching her waist while sitting limply on the bamboo chair in the yard, frowning in pain.

After clearing away the few weeds left in the yard, I washed my hands and handed her the pain-relieving medicine.

She frowned, unwilling to accept it.

I pursed my lips. “These are painkillers. They are not harmful.”

Having said that, I put the medicine in her hands. Then, I went inside and fetched a cup of warm water for her.

She seemed stunned. Perhaps unable to bear the pain, she accepted the cup of water and took the medicine.

As I kept the rest of the medicine aside, I said, “This medicine has few side effects. If the pain is intolerable, you can take one or two tablets to relieve the pain.”

She glanced at me with her lips pursed and turned her eyes upon the yard, saying, “Your voice sounds so nasal. If you have a cold, please don’t pass it to me.”

I couldn’t help letting out a laugh. She was obviously concerned about me, but she just had to put up a mean front.

Forget it.

She is, after all, an arrogant lady of a privileged upbringing.

Being childless and way past half her life, perhaps she was thinking of spending her twilight years alone in peace.

“Yeah, I’ll go back and take some medicine.” It was commonplace to get the flu during the winter months.

into the house. When she came out, she held a bag of Isatis tinctoria root in her hand. “Make drinks with this using hot water, twice a day. You’ll get better

smiled, saying, “Thank

in reply without saying

the snow had melted. With the sun high in

had started a fire in the yard,

at me and asked, “Would you like to stay for lunch? It’s been snowing for a few days, so I

nodded. “Anything would

was only dry rations, it wasn’t

she brought out some potatoes and sweet potatoes for me to peel. Then we cut up some meat

having

always felt that a barbeque for two was too quiet. However, when she brought out some red wine from the cellar, the atmosphere of the meal was

the best way of interaction for some people. Although there was not much conversation between Sally and me,

meals, so my tummy felt bloated as

Ashton arrived, fresh charcoal had been put into the fire. Seeing the cutlery, his handsome face displayed a smile as

told, I did not really like it, but I ate some nonetheless since I

My taste buds were not the

potato from my hand. After taking a bite, he raised his eyebrows and said in amazement, “Good cooking

laughed. “Aunt Sally

more. Go home

they tend to keep

of us understood

chair from the house and sat by my side, holding my hand.

him. While handing over the

as he was told., then nodded and