When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1158

That was my last desperate attempt. I was pregnant. Of course, I wasn’t going to risk myself. “No, it’s just that if that step had to be taken, no one is more suitable to take it than me.”

Ashton was silently processing my speech. He looked up at me and studied me up and down as though he was seriously considering the feasibility of my plan. At last, he suddenly relaxed and turned around. As he walked out he called out to Wanda. “You, come with me.”

Wanda looked at me for my approval. When I nodded, she stood and followed him out. I did not know what Ashton said to Wanda, but she left without returning to the study. Even her documents and laptop were left here.

I had a vague idea that Ashton suspected that Wanda and I were scheming to travel to M Country to locate Marcus. He must have lost his temper at her and forbade her from interacting with me.

I did not see Ashton again the entire night. I sent a text to Wanda only to realize that her phone was in her purse that she had left here. She left in such a hurry, as though Ashton had threatened her with everything he could.

I sank into the couch after coaxing Summer to sleep to do a bit of revision while waiting for Ashton to return.

Our conversation earlier that day was not pleasant. I’d figured that after a couple of hours, we would both calm down enough to talk things through.

I was the best person for the job of locating Marcus. Although, Professor Zidd had reminded us that my pregnancy was not stable yet and I shouldn’t undertake long journeys. I held on to the hope that Ashton would come up with a solution that was the best of both worlds.

However, I had forgotten that pregnant ladies fell asleep very easily. Not long after I sat down, I fell into a deep slumber.

I couldn’t care much for anyone else but I was most concerned with Summer’s safety. After some time of nervously expecting to be contacted with news of her, I broke down and started searching for my phone. The strangest thing was that despite looking all over the study and my bedroom, there was not a communication device in sight, except for the landline in the office.

I stood flabbergasted for a good while before realizing that Ashton had me under house arrest.

The movements I heard last night were not random. Ashton must have had people in here to pack up every item that could connect me to the outside world. He was thorough; even the internet was disconnected. Without it, the once omniscient computers were now nothing more than a scrap of vinyl.

I was furious and anxious to the point of using the landline to dial Ashton’s number from heart. It wasn’t a demonstration of my memory, but a testament to the decade we spent together. If it were someone else’s number, I wouldn’t even have been able to recall the first three digits.