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.

loathing the

while for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that they

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

I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due

away from me and wordlessly entered the hotel, escorted by a swarm

exuded a unique aura that made him

broad back and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was

squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have been

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

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

have blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one

expected Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to my

had grown even more handsome in the past four years.

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

endured the pain in

the elevator. “Mr. Fuller, this is Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the next few days. Please feel free to approach her if

me

his calm facade had I not noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was hard

card to the room and left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can

normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph?