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 the

for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began

gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward

was a hallucination, but I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or ire would be

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

that made him stand out no

but we are nothing more

barely managed to squeeze past them to press

not paying attention to where I was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost my balance and

thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole

blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one would fall over in such a

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

even more handsome in the past four

hand from his

endured the pain in silence

me to Ashton once we stepped into 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

eyes riveted on me as he replied

which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was

to the room and left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can go over Mr. Fuller’s schedule with him. I have some tasks

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