When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1811

Chapter 1811 All A Show

Slowly but surely, a frown appeared on Nathaniel’s face. He stared without saying a word, and I had no clue what he was thinking about at the time.

However, I didn’t bother to try deciphering it. Instead, I held on to the opportunity to vent out all of my emotions. Then, I fell back against the wall while staring blankly at the floor.

The truth was that I was trying to figure something out. I was wondering when Ashton began planning everything, but Nathaniel couldn’t know that. With my head down, I looked like an angry wife who had just been chased out of the house.

I only had a slipper on, and between sobs, I muttered, “He doesn’t love me anymore… He doesn’t love me anymore…”

A few moments later, Nathaniel’s phone rang. He returned to the living room to pick the call up. After that, he rushed out of the door. I stopped crying as soon as he closed the door.

For the entire time, I kept my expression blank as I got up from the floor, put on my slippers, and went to wash my face. When I was done with all that, I grabbed some food from the refrigerator and cooked for myself.

Pretending to cry was a tiring task, and I actually got hungry after Ashton left.

I think that was the time I truly appreciated movie stars and understood how tough their job was.

I couldn’t help strategizing as I ate away. It was crucial I figure out how Nathaniel would treat me after this incident because it’d determine what my next move should be.

If I’m right, this incident is one of the defining moments in this war. Nathaniel had, in a way, recalled his army, and this may be my shot to infiltrate his army’s base.

At that moment, I knew how Ashton felt, and I believed that all I had to do was to help him in any way I could. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

We were on the same side and were fighting the same war. The only difference was that he was fighting from the corporate angle, while I was attacking from the emotional side.

Being certain of all that made me feel better than I had in a long time. That, in turn, got my appetite to return, and I finished everything I cooked.

When I returned to the second floor, I noticed that the door to the room next to mine was left open. The decoration suggested that it was a study, and Nathaniel’s laptop, the one he used yesterday, was sitting right there. It was resting peacefully on the desk.

My eyes glowed, but I made a beeline to my bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I’ve learned my lesson after going through all that. In that house, anything that was easily accessible was of no value to me. They were only there to allow Nathaniel to trick and mock me.

There was no point in making any moves, so I ended up crawling back onto my bed and napping.

I was half asleep when I felt someone holding me from behind my back. That instantly scared me so much that I woke up. I sat up and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

When I saw Nathaniel there, I scrunched my nose and pulled the blanket away. Then, I walked toward the living room in a fit of anger.

Nathaniel chased after me. After a while, he caught up when we were by the door and gripped my wrist. The man then asked impatiently, “It’s the middle of the night. Why are you acting up?”

“Let me go. Let me go!” It took me everything I had to finally break free. I turned around after that and dashed out the door to walk down the stairs.

When I was out of the house, I walked right into Nathaniel’s car and opened the door.

As suspected, he left the keys in the ignition because we were in a secluded place.

Nathaniel chased over at that moment. I ducked quickly and got into the car. After that, I fired up the engine. Ignoring Nathaniel’s protests, I turned the steering wheel before I stepped on the gas without hesitating.

However, Nathaniel managed to open the door at the last second and got into the passenger’s seat.

“Stop the car,” howled Nathaniel, who had dropped his gentleman’s facade. “Did you hear what I say, Scarlett Stovall? Stop the car now!”

I gripped the steering wheel and completely ignored him while speeding down the road as fast as I could.

The route down the mountain was steep, and there were many turns. Almost every turn I made was dangerous, and the tires screeched every time I did so.

I wasn’t suicidal, but at that moment, I was playing the role of a woman who had just lost the man she loved. On top of that, the man in question hated her. Hence, something would seem off if I didn’t act like I hated the world or do something extreme. Nothing was more convincing or more perfect than speeding down the road like that.

It took some time, but we finally reached the last turn. I deliberately let go of the steering wheel and acted like I was welcoming death’s embrace.

Nathaniel quickly reached over to grab the steering wheel. His voice brimmed with fury when he roared, “Have you gone nuts?”

Unfortunately, the car was moving too quickly, so there was no way he could turn the car around in time.

The sports car instantly lost control and ran through the railings at the side of the road before it flew into the air. It fell down the mountain after that.