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

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

he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s head into the hotel to

ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or ire

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

unique aura that made him stand out no matter

reunion of sorts, but we are nothing

to press

not 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

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

tracks and approach me.

had grown even more handsome in the past

head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from his grip, I gave him a

pain in silence as I staggered to the

charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for

riveted on me

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

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

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