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 unsolicited

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

of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence.

sense his body quivering ever so

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

aura that made him stand

but we are nothing more than strangers. The

people that surrounded him was so thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that

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 body. A hiss of agony

situation, my embarrassing predicament would have blown over quickly. After all,

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

good to him. He had grown even more handsome in the past four

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

I endured the pain in

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

on me as

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

looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall,

Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule