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.

slumped shoulders, I came out of

white button-down shirt with black dress

Those dark shades complemented his light beard and long curls

standing with the principal and students were talking to him,

knows what.

hard lump and felt his gaze on me.

to Gerald’s

Justin’s pov

standing outside her class to surprise her,

the University Dean as

was taking the rounds came and stood beside

I was thinking of

students started getting out

to talk to me and had

I wanted to

was an exhausted look on her face.

moment and then she went

Just like that.

everyone and

making her a call but no response. So, after waiting for

Are you home?” “Just about to leave.

me busily.

Ashley there, yet?” “Why would she come here,

I couldn’t find

it? Is it something serious?” She asked me worriedly, “If you

IT department.” “IT?

I hung up, I started toying

Gerald?

but still, she was not receiving my call. I

mistake and offended

office when I heard Mr.

“I have an appointment with

me with

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

was a short man in his fifties, and I always made it

especially elderly

down and we started discussing the annual reports when

in

closed the file and looked up, “Can I get some advice

my friend is

speechless because I never talked

anyone except my work.

about a friend of mine. He was involved with a girl and had

reason.” I rolled my lips between my teeth to

more suitable words.

took off his glasses and

was involved with this girl. The involvement was

because he thought the girl’s life was

patiently waiting for me

that way to keep her safe.

is back in his life. They both want to start everything afresh. But…”

… does show

able to love him freely.

what my friend thinks…”

of amusement blinked in his eyes,

this

is very much in love. And don’t know what to do and how

suggest something? To win her back?” “But you…

he doesn’t need to win her back. It seems she is equally

might love

took a sigh of relief and was about

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

at him

she would be hell scared now because she doesn’t

again. Whatever the reason

“But the guy

was his choice. The girl was never given this choice.” “It was

Mr. Vincent.” I tried to argue forgetting momentarily

for my

can’t make choices on behalf of other people, Mr. Deluca. No

that guy. The guy must win her trust. At

her know

a blind trust

got quiet after

to consult a psychologist on

my face trying to bore a

looked straight into his eyes and

is ready to work on it, then that’s a

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

at him. I wish I could tell him

one who was lucky.

know, Mr. Deluca?” “No. I think I have got my

you so much.” I said while

boy to make an effort. To respect her wishes.