When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“I don’t care! Figure out yourself how you’re going to clean my suit!” Not wanting to say more, Joe took the food in his hand and walked to Rebecca’s side before handing it to her. The birthday banquet officially began, and Cameron went up the stage to speak.

Rebecca noticed how Joe was looking distracted, hence she scanned around. When she spotted me, her delicate face produced a provocative yet disdainful smile.

I returned her look before realizing that the suit in my hand needed my attention more. As I racked my brain, trying to figure out what to do with it, Ashton walked up to me with a small gift box in hand.

With a cold look, he said curtly, “This is Ms. Anderson’s birthday gift.”

With that, he passed me the box in his hand. When he saw the suit in my hand, he frowned and asked, “Whose suit is that?”

“Joe’s. I accidentally bumped into him and spilled some food onto it just now,” I explained while examining the box he passed to me. Did he prepare it?

He glanced at the suit with impatience and suggested, “Just throw it away!”

At this moment, the banquet had become lively as Rebecca was ushered onstage by Cameron. Squinting and trying to get a better view, I poked sarcastically, “Isn’t my dear Mr. Fuller supposed to be escorting the lovely Rebecca?”

His face soured as he ignored my jibe, “Scarlett, shouldn’t you explain to me how you and John got acquainted?”

hour ago, I would definitely have explained it to

coldly answered, “There is nothing

show her maternal love, Cameron announced that she would put fifty percent of her properties under Rebecca’s control. Also, the latter would gradually

well to show his support, the signs were clear. The stars had aligned in such a way that Rebecca now had the powerful backings from two of the most

could tell that Ashton was really in a bad mood. Luckily, we were at a party, or else he would have initiated a quarrel. He restrained himself and said

mean she should be Ms. Moore now. Shouldn’t Mr. Fuller be Ms. Moore’s dance partner instead? Don’t

my wrist. His sudden force made me felt a jolt of pain. Seething with suppressed anger, Ashton threatened, “Stop being

Me? Stubborn?

eyes on him, I nodded and said, “Ashton Fuller, you really are something

John approaching, I shook myself loose of Ashton’s grip and headed toward John. Sometimes the devil can be much

me as I approached. With a smirk, he remarked,

his eyes, I asked, “When can I

raised his eyebrows questioningly,

not mention anything else, I took it to mean

gift box in my hand before turning to look at Cameron who had already finished her

her. When she saw me, she beamed at me and greeted, “Ms. Stovall, I do apologize should you feel any misgivings about my lack of reception,