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

himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily,

me, he cleared his throat and broke the

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

he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the

a unique aura that made him

but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was not

throng of people that surrounded him was so thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have been impossible had

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

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

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

never expected Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to my feet without

He had grown even more

shook my head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from his grip, I

exterior, I endured the pain in silence

Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be

riveted on me as he replied

the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible

the key card 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.

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