When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 760

Chapter 760

She nodded and blocked my way with a smirk. After a brief deliberation, she said, “I recommend thatyou make yourself decent before heading in.”

I blushed automatically. “Why? What is it?” I stammered.

Linda coughed and spoke in as normal a voice as she could muster. “Ashton has… a way with women,based on how he looks. You don’t have to make it so obvious, we’re all adults after all.”

Confused, I pulled out my compact mirror to take a look. Oh, God! My lips were swollen, hair in atangled mess, and even the hickey, which was originally quite subtle, now pulsated an angry red.

Without thinking further, I rushed off to a washroom in the base to clean myself up.

Linda followed me close behind, her smile wide with glee. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal!”

“Then why did you look at me in that manner earlier on?” I was speechless.

“I’m here to remind you that there is a large group of older men inside the base,” Linda giggled. “If youwent in there looking like this, it would be even more awkward!”

I blended the hickeys in with my skin tone as best as I could, but they still showed up like angry boils. Ibegan to panic. “Linda, help me out here. It’s not going away.”

She rummaged through her purse and handed me a bottle of liquid foundation. “Try this. I get eyebagsfrom staying up late at night, and this helps to hide them.”

She was right; it made my hickeys almost invisible. However, my swollen lips still made me anxious.“What about my lips? I can’t hide them!”

“Why don’t you wear a mask?” Linda suggested.

It was an excellent idea. “Where would I replace one here in the base, though?”

Linda chuckled and procured one from her purse. “It’s yours for the day.”

“Thank you, Linda! You’re a lifesaver!” She had everything I needed!

As we came out of the bathroom, we ran into Rachel again. She was clad in black from head to toe andlooked very cool. Her makeup was heavier than it was in the restaurant.

The cold look of disdain she had when she caught sight of me only intensified her haughtiness andmade her look even more beautiful.

As Rachel walked past, she passed a scathing remark. “It’s one thing to pretend to not want it butanother to deliver yourself. You should be ashamed.”

This hurt me deeply.

Linda was well aware that Rachel was referring to me. “There are different ways of throwing yourselfinto a man’s arms,” she chimed in. “Some of us can throw ourselves into Mr. Fuller’s arms withoutclothes, and he still wouldn’t be interested.”

“Who exactly are you referring to?” Rachel demanded. She withdrew all pretences at the sting ofLinda’s comment.

“Ms. Linda, you’d better clarify what you mean. Feeling brave by the presence of your friend here, areyou? Not the usual little b*tch that you are?” Rachel shouted at Linda shrilly.

Linda wasn’t a pushover and preferred to settle matters with fists rather than words. She swung an armat Rachel. “Who’re you calling b*tch, b*tch?”

Rachel returned the blow. “You are, you b*tch!” she yelled.

The two women exchanged progressively vicious threats as they yanked at one another’s hair.

I was too flabbergasted to react. When their voices became too loud to ignore, I came to my sensesand attempted to break up the fight.

Linda was pinned to the floor by Rachel, who grabbed fistfuls of her hair and screamed at the top of hervoice. Impulsively, I grabbed Rachel by the hair, pulled her off Linda, and began to claw wildly at herbody.

She was a strong woman and did not take my assault lightly. She wriggled with all her might, all fourlimbs flailing wildly in every direction as curses and insults spewed from her mouth.

Rachel screamed curses at us and our families. Foul words which we did not know existed were usedwith great ardor in her rage.

On the contrary, I was not as eloquent as her. “Rachel, you gold-digging b*tch!”

I recalled that Nora had once mentioned that Rachel could appear very demure and innocent butactually had a never-ending thirst for ambition and status.

No matter what profanities she employed, I always called her the same thing, because I knew that shewas exactly that.

At last, even Linda had had enough. “Scarlett, you dimwit! Don’t you know any other foul words?”

I myself did not know how I held back my laughter. She was right – it was always the same insult.

This battle between us had only ended when Linda came out from the bathroom and emptied acontainer of water over Rachel.

She sat drenched in the pool of water, weeping and screaming curses at us. Her coolness and dignitydisappeared completely.

Linda threw the container aside and stood over Rachel. “Listen to me closely, Rachel. Don’t think thatmen are interested in you just because you are good-looking. There are many beautiful women like youin the world whose lives are not going well, but they know their place and keep to themselves. Theydon’t get involved with other people’s spouses because that will only degrade themselves.”