Chapter 88
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
The moment he spoke, he seemed to have remembered something as he nodded and snapped his
fingers, âOh, I nearly forgot! He should be in Rebeccaâs ward now caring for his beloved woman
instead. I doubt he has time to pay any attention to you!â
Having said that, he leaned closer, his tobacco-filled breath made me even more disgruntled and I spat,
âHey, John. If I die, will I be finally liberated?â
His face turned grim, âYou can try.â
How could I? It was not the right time yet. But even if it were, I guess it would not be a bad thing if I
could drag a devil with me to my death.
Just then, the yard was lit by the headlight of another car. Turning my head, I saw Ashtonâs jeep driving
up.
I glanced at my watch. It was twelve midnight. I was slightly surprised that he had actually come back.
Johnâs car was easily spotted by Ashton upon the latterâs return. However, he did not get down
immediately. Instead, he stayed in his car, lit up a cigarette, and started puffing away while observing
us with a deathly glare.
John, being the despicable opportunist that he was, leaned closer to me and sniggered the moment he
saw Ashton. âI wonder what will Ashtonâs reaction be if he witnessed me kissing you?â
âYou sick b**tard!â I screamed and tried to move away from him, but alas, there was not enough space
in the car.
Lunging his body forward, he managed to plant a kiss on my lips before moving back. Licking his lips in
satisfaction, he deliberately stared back at Ashton with a taunting look on his face.
âJohn, are you crazy?â
âYes, I am!â John nodded just as Ashton got out of his car.
I stared at him fiercely and demanded, âOpen the door now!â
He totally ignored my demand. He was busy tracking Ashton who just got out of his car. When he saw
that the latter went straight back to the villa. He turned to look at me before laughing, âLetty, he doesnât
love you at all. He doesnât even care if others touch you!â
John had indeed learned the essence of tormenting his prey as his words struck a nerve deep within
me. I retorted, âSo what? It has nothing to do with you. Just let me goâ¦â
Smash! A loud noise reverberated throughout the whole car. It was immediately followed by the sound
of a car window cracking.
Lifting my gaze, I was shocked to see Ashton standing beside the car. His eyes were full of cold
malice. Great, here comes another devil.
From afar, they all looked like well-dressed well-mannered gentlemen. But upon closer inspection,
everyoneâs souls were rotten to the core.
Johnâs a rotten guy. I was no better. And even Ashton could be despicable at times.
Concealed behind his cold sophistication and high nobility laid a feral, bloodthirsty soul.
And that untamed side of him was unleashed that night. Ashton was holding a sledgehammer in his
hand which was left by the stone smith who repaired the yard rockery a few days ago. Against a
hammer, a carâs window could never withstand its smash.
John stared icily at the shattered window glass. He simply watched as Ashton stretched his hand in
and opened the car door.
As soon as the door was opened, I got out of the car silently before glancing at the two evenly-matched
men that were locked in a stare down contest.
John broke off the stare first as he blinked. Even though he was sitting on his car seat, the imposing
aura he was exuding was not any less than Ashtonâs who was standing towering over him. âHow about
a showdown?â
Since the beginning of time, men had always resolved problems using their fists. Physical altercation
seemed to be the preferred way to solve any disagreements for the masculine species. Perhaps they
found joy in beating the daylight out of one another or maybe it was the only way they could think of to
vent their emotions.
Ashtonâs dark eyes glinted as he smirked, âSure!â
The commotion was enough to wake up Mrs. Eriksen who was living in the outer courtyard. She turned
on the lights to the yard and rushed out.
Her gaze landed on me and Ashton before it fell upon John. Seeing an unfamiliar man in the yard, she
was stunned for a while before she worriedly offered, âMr. Ashton, shall I call the police?â
Ashton took off his black, custom-tailored suit. His eyes were glinting dangerously as he commanded,
âNo need. Go into the house and get my wife a chair so she can sit and spectate.â
Whatâ¦
Mrs. Eriksen nodded and hurried in.
I knitted my brows. Feeling upset, I looked at Ashton and said, âIâm not going to stay here and spectate
anything. Itâs not good for our child. Just be careful and try not to hurt yourself. Iâll wait for you at home.â
My words seemed to liven him up. Ashtonâs dark expression seemed to lighten up. He smirked
confidently as he gazed at me, âGot it, go back and wait for me then.â
âF**k!â For some reason, John got even more agitated by the whole scene as he let loose his fists
toward Ashton.
The two men started fighting without so much as a warning.
I did not even stop to look back. Instead, I walked on and blocked the sound of fists hitting against flesh
from reaching my ears.
Back in the living room, Mrs. Eriksen asked me with a very concerned expression, âWhat is going on?â
âItâs okay. Itâs no big deal,â I said as I shook my head. Since I had barely eaten anything at the party, I
was feeling quite famished. Looking at Mrs. Eriksen, I diverted the topic by asking, âIs there still food at
home?â
âYes⦠Of course,â she affirmed before rushing toward the kitchen to bring out a plate of scrambled egg
and a pot of chicken stew.
Seeing the food before me, I could not help but feel a little surprised, âMrs. Eriksen, you do know itâs
midnight now, right? These dishes⦠How did you evenâ¦â
The fact that these dishes were still piping hot made it even more astounding.
She grinned and revealed, âMr. Ashton called a while ago, saying that you didnât manage to eat much
at the party and that youâd be hungry upon reaching home.â
Upon hearing that, I was pleasantly surprised and was at a loss for words.
But⦠Is he concerned for his child or me?
Just as I was lost in my own thoughts, muffled grunts and yelps could be heard coming from outside.
While serving me a meal, Mrs. Eriksen asked worriedly, âWhy donât we just call the police?â
Shaking my head, I concentrated on chewing my food slowly and muttered, âThereâs no need.â
Since both of them were evenly matched, I was very confident that none of them would die.