When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1345

Chapter 1345

“What’s wrong?” Ashton sounded husky, but also gentle.

“Nothing.” I tightened my hug. “What did you guys do in the hospital after I left?” I grumbled. “Are youdoing something dangerous behind my back, Ashton?”

Before he could say anything, I continued, “I don’t care what the answer is, but remember to live.Survive. I won’t allow you to die before your time.” I almost screamed that out loud, praying that theGods could grant my wish.

Ashton said nothing. He held the back of my head and pulled me closer so I could take in everythingabout him.

We quickly separated in case we were seen. Then he took me to the safety exit’s staircase. I gazed athim as I talked about the events the night ago. All I wanted was an explanation from him. A reasonableone, at least.

Instead of answering my question, he gazed at me for a few moments. “I don’t keep secrets from you.I’ll let you know about it as soon as I could.”

I did not expect him to agree so quickly, so I froze up for a second before nodding. “Thank you.”

Ashton kept to his promise. He picked me up in secret at the Stovall residence and drove around theurban area a few times before going into a biotech company.

Joseph was already waiting when we arrived. He didn’t seem surprised to see me. “Hello, Mr. Fuller,Mrs. Fuller.” He bowed at us as usual.

“Hey,” Ashton answered curtly, but I pulled a long face. Yes, I was still salty about the chop. I could stillfeel the pain on my neck even then. That was a constant reminder of what Joseph did.

Ashton went in easily, and I followed. The place wasn’t as mysterious as the hospital’s basement. OnceI got out of the elevator, I was greeted with a high-tech office.

The office looked cold, and glass canisters lined the whole place. A human-sized glass container stoodin the middle of the office. It was filled with a clear liquid, while a green test tube was fixed in themiddle. There seemed to be air going in from both ends, since the liquid was bubbling.

I fell into a trance looking at the container.

“You’re here, Mr. Fuller.” A familiar voice snapped me out of it. When I looked in its direction, I saw agray-haired, elderly man shaking hands with Ashton. He was probably the guy who reminded Ashtonabout the time that night.

“I’ll need you to explain it to my wife,” he commanded calmly.

“Yes.” The old man smiled and came to me. “I’m the project manager, George Sanchez. I’m a certifiedmicrobiology professor, and the suppressants you have been taking are made by my team.”

“Hello, Professor Sanchez.” I forced a smile, though I felt more at ease than when I first came in.

“Look, Mrs. Fuller.” George pointed at the green test tube smugly. “This is the antidote we just madelast night. We’ll switch locations every time one antidote is made for safety purposes. In case theenemies replace out about it. We were doing inventory last night and getting ready for the transfer. Youknow, when your condition acted up.”

“My condition?” I didn’t remember that happening. “Impossible.” I was confused. “I took mysuppressants before coming out last night.” I looked at Ashton subconsciously. Are they trying to glossthis over with that cheap trick?

“That’s what suppressants do. They suppress. The toxins have mutated,” Ashton said. “You can’t stayout of contact for more than three hours from now on.”

I pursed my lips and thought about the veracity of his reply. Ashton seemed to see through what I wasthinking, so he asked, “What? Do you really think Joseph was the one who knocked you out?”