When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Ah, Scarlett…”

I ignored her whining and went back to my bedroom. Then, I continued on with my work for Fuller Corporation. Tomorrow, the bidding for the audit would begin.

At first, I thought the middle-aged man would reappear that night. After forgetting about him, he had not appeared for a while.

The details of the situation was unclear to me.

The next morning, the sun rays already spilt into the apartment by eight. The weather in J City was getting hotter, but Macy was a night owl, so she was still sleeping.

Meanwhile, my body clock woke me up after being so busy for the past few days.

When I arrived at the office in a hurry, Stacey immediately handed me the documents she prepared. She suggested, “Let’s go straight to the bidding venue.”

Nodding, I brought the documents and my laptop to head out of the office with her.

While waiting for the elevator, I bumped into Ashton and Jared. The latter casually passed me a lunch box. “Devon made some soup for you that will be good for your recovery. I heard that you were vomiting quite badly recently, but I guess it is a side effect of the miscarriage. You should take some time to rest.”

Initially, I was worried that Ashton would notice that something was wrong. Thankfully, Jared phrased it well, and I gratefully responded, “Thank you!”

On the other hand, his boss had a gloomy expression, and I could not tell what he was thinking about. It was hard to figure out what he was feeling and who I was to him. How does he feel about me?

four of us entered it. No one dared to speak, as the atmosphere

finally got out, Stacey cautiously inquired, “Ms. Stovall, Mr.

time. Let’s get to the bidding venue as soon as possible!” I cut her off and changed the topic. Since I met Ashton at the restaurant that

 Just my luck! He stepped

hate how he pretended to be close to me. Nonetheless, I politely nodded and entered the site. There were more people here today because they all wanted to fight

began to hurt. Seeing how uncomfortable I seemed, Stacey brought me to the lounge and handed me a glass of water. “Ms. Stovall, for the bidding, there are still a few

the water down then instructed,

could roughly gauge the rankings. While I rested in the lounge, Stacey listened to the remaining session in

as tough as me would make

Abruptly, a cold

“Aren’t you supposed to be preparing for the bid?

temples. His hands were strong, and the amount of power

pretending you’re

with it. Not long after, my headache reduced into a mild

muttered, “How

“I feel a lot better. Thank

down in an empty spot, he no longer had the frivolous expression on his face. Sternly, he commented, “What is your relationship

eyes before questioning, “Aren’t you supposed to be