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.

out of the

black dress pants, he had dark

light beard

and students were talking to him, telling

knows what.

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

to Gerald’s

Justin’s pov

her class to surprise her, but momentarily I had forgotten

University Dean

principal who was taking the rounds came and stood beside

budget approvals. I was thinking of ways

students started getting out of the

talk to me

wanted to see was nowhere in

There was an exhausted look on her face. Our eyes met just

and then

Just like that.

from everyone

sight. I tried making her a call

called Eve, “Hey! Are you home?” “Just about to

me busily.

would she come here,

I couldn’t find her so thought to

serious?” She asked me worriedly,

at the IT department.” “IT? Why

started toying with my phone. Why would she

Gerald?

her phone but still, she was not receiving my call. I kept

mistake and offended her in any

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

psychology department, “I have an

me with

remember, Mr. Vincent. Please come.” I opened the door for him. I might be

a short man in his fifties, and I always made

especially

and we started discussing the annual reports when

clicked in

and looked up, “Can I get some advice from you

my friend is facing

a little speechless because I never talked about

anyone except my work.

a friend of mine. He was involved with

her away for some reason.” I rolled my lips

more suitable words.

off his glasses and leaned back in

with this girl. The involvement

he thought the girl’s life was in

waiting for me to

wanted it that way to keep

both want to start everything afresh. But…” “But?”

… does show that she loves him.

able to love him

what my friend thinks…”

in his eyes, but he didn’t

Vincent how to explain this to you but… this guy… My friend

very much in love. And don’t know

To win her back?” “But you…

win her back. It seems she

might

took a sigh of relief and was about

paused, “he might have won her love, yet this guy needs to win her

at him

be in love, but she would be hell

her again. Whatever the reason she was hurt

guy

it was his choice. The girl was never given this choice.”

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

be for my

know. But we can’t make choices on behalf of other people, Mr.

you say, she doesn’t have faith in that guy. The guy must

let her know that he not only

only a

got quiet

to consult a psychologist on his behalf? About

time his gaze was burning my face trying

looked straight into his eyes and said confidently, “he did.” ‘Then if he

work on

for this relationship and for this girl. The

smile and nodded at him. I wish

one who was lucky.

Mr. Deluca?” “No. I think

while shaking his hand across

ask this boy to make an effort. To respect