In Love, Never Say Never

I walked toward the car and bent down to open the door.

However, I was interrupted before my hand made contact with the cool metal.

“Please, allow me!”

The man’s low, clear voice was familiar to me.

I reflexively lifted my eyes. A wave of astonishment washed over me as recognition clicked in my head. I realized in a split second that the developer in question was none other than Ashton.

Joseph appeared to be taken aback too. He flinched when he met my gaze before withdrawing his hand. He backed away and gestured toward the car. “Please.”

I went rigid. It would be a lie to say that I was unruffled, but the shock only lasted for a brief moment.

I quickly regained my composure and opened the car door with deference.

A pair of polished leather shoes appeared, followed by the man’s slender physique. He stood tall, his gaze shrewd but indifferent.

He glared frostily at Joseph, his imposing voice brimming with displeasure as he spoke, “Joseph, you…” He faltered midsentence. His hands, which were straightening his suit moments ago, froze in midair as if someone had cast a spell on him.

His sudden silence garnered the attention of everyone present, and they peered over with curiosity.

frowned, loathing

collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that they had

knew him best. When he noticed the depth of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s

his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or

standstill, he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the hotel, escorted by a swarm

aura that made him stand out

of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was not lost on

thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have been impossible had it not been my status as the

to where I was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost my balance and fell face-forward to the

the ground with a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole body. A hiss of

any other situation, my embarrassing predicament would have blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one would fall over in such a hectic

expected Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to my feet without

had been good to him. He had grown even more

footing. Retracting my hand from his grip, I gave him

tough exterior, I endured the pain in silence as I staggered to

is Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and

eyes riveted on me as

his calm facade had I not noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible

me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can

pursed my lips. Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So