Ouch, My CEO Fiance Fell For His Maid

102- Apology T o Gerald

Ashley’s pov:

The first message from Justin: “Hello, love. Hope you keep your bag ready for the

mansion visit that is due this evening.”

The phone pinged again and there was a second message from him: “Oh, and one

more thing. I love you. (A kissing emoji)

A smile made its way to my lips when I read his message on my phone.

The professor who was sitting in his seat and was waiting for us to finish our class

assignment gave that look full of warning.

“Sorry,” I mouthed and resumed writing the fu*cking note on the importance of color

schemes in an interior, that I had the least interest in.

The whole class was busy writing, God knows what. Then something clicked my mind,

I smiled and started writing…

[Not enough ideas? Fall in love.

You want to bring colors to your interior? Fall in love.

Because love is something that will change the perception of everything in your life.

Whether it’s your profession, home, or your color scheme.]

I kept writing until my fingers ached.

After I got done with the note, I handed it over to a fellow for submission. The moment

the professor was out of the class, a girl whose name might be Tara or Fara… I don’t

remember… came inside running.

“Oh, you are late, baby girl!” Someone teased her for coming late and as usual,

Rayan was one of them.

‘You won’t believe me,” She was kind of panting, “I… I saw Justin Deluca.” My heart

missed a beat.

“What about him?” Rayan asked her while his eyes were on me.

“He was in our department a few minutes back. I thought it must be a coincidence but

noooo. He is again here standing outside.”

There seemed to be chaos among the girls.

‘What? Justin Deluca is here?” “He hardly comes out of his office.” “Oh, God. I need a

touch-up.”

A girl took out her small kit and started fixing her face.

“Hey!” the girl from the other corner came to me and pointed to her pink blouse, “do

you have lip color in this shade?” The disappointment was evident on her face when I

shook my head.

Hello! He is not single. And absolutely not ready to mingle. Except with me of course.

The hot dude is my husband. I wanted to tell all of them.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that he was mine and only mine. With a

quivering smile, I sat back in my seat observing the girls around me.

I was so scared. Justin had a reason when he dumped me. But my heart. I feared rerejection.

What if he denies my existence again? What if I tell Justin that I love him, and he

again sends me away? Then what?

‘You should come out after putting something on your face,” Rayan muttered as he

walked past me through the seats as if he was talking to someone else. But I knew he

was speaking to me.

I gathered my books quite tiredly and stood up from my seat. The girls who were now

done with their makeup were going out of the class.

Everyone wanted to get out of there, but I just wanted to stay back.

of

a white button-down shirt with black dress pants, he

complemented his light beard and long curls

was standing with the principal and students were talking to

knows what.

hard lump and felt his gaze on me. Ignoring the look, I

headed to

Justin’s pov

her class to surprise her,

the University

who was taking the rounds came and stood beside

about the budget approvals. I was thinking of ways to

students started getting out of

talk to me and

However, the girl I wanted to

an exhausted look on her face. Our eyes met just

moment and then

Just like that.

everyone and

I tried making her a call but no response. So,

you home?” “Just about to leave. Why?” She

me busily.

she come here,

I couldn’t

it? Is it something serious?” She asked

at the IT department.” “IT?

started toying with

Gerald?

still, she was not receiving my call. I kept

and offended her in

was walking to my office when I heard Mr. Christopher Vincent’s

“I have an appointment

with

opened the door for him.

short man in his fifties, and I always made

especially

discussing the annual reports when out

in

closed the file and looked up,

is facing

seemed a little speechless because I never talked about

anyone except my work.

“It’s about a friend of mine. He was involved with a

for some reason.” I rolled my lips

more suitable words.

took off his glasses and leaned back

was involved with this girl. The involvement was quite deep, but he had

because he thought the girl’s life was

waiting for me

wanted it that way to

life. They both want to start everything afresh.

She … does show that she loves him. But sometimes she

She is not able to love him freely. That’s what I think…

what my friend thinks…”

flicker of amusement blinked in his

know, Mr. Vincent how to explain this to you but… this

much in love. And

suggest something? To win her

back. It seems

might love this

a sigh of relief and was about

“he might have won her love, yet this guy

up at him in

in love, but she would

her again. Whatever

now she is insecure.” “But the guy was

was his choice. The girl was never given

Mr. Vincent.” I tried to argue forgetting momentarily that it was

be for

choices on behalf of

that guy. The guy must win her trust.

needs to let her know that

a blind trust would do

quiet

your friend ask you to consult a psychologist on his behalf? About

his gaze was burning my face trying to bore a

and said confidently,

he is ready to work on it, then that’s a big

relationship and for this girl. The girl I must say is

managed a tightlipped smile and nodded at him. I wish I could tell him that

one who was lucky.

you want to know, Mr. Deluca?” “No.

much.” I said while shaking his hand across the

this boy to make an effort. To respect her wishes. Her privacy.