When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I walked toward the car and bent down to open the door.

However, I was interrupted before my hand made contact with the cool metal.

“Please, allow me!”

The man’s low, clear voice was familiar to me.

I reflexively lifted my eyes. A wave of astonishment washed over me as recognition clicked in my head. I realized in a split second that the developer in question was none other than Ashton.

Joseph appeared to be taken aback too. He flinched when he met my gaze before withdrawing his hand. He backed away and gestured toward the car. “Please.”

I went rigid. It would be a lie to say that I was unruffled, but the shock only lasted for a brief moment.

I quickly regained my composure and opened the car door with deference.

A pair of polished leather shoes appeared, followed by the man’s slender physique. He stood tall, his gaze shrewd but indifferent.

He glared frostily at Joseph, his imposing voice brimming with displeasure as he spoke, “Joseph, you…” He faltered midsentence. His hands, which were straightening his suit moments ago, froze in midair as if someone had cast a spell on him.

His sudden silence garnered the attention of everyone present, and they peered over with curiosity.

loathing the

hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that they had butchered the welcome

cleared his

quivering ever so

tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered

aura that made him stand out

watched his broad back and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are

I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have

paying attention to where I was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost

thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole body. A

over quickly. After all, it was understandable

stop in his tracks and

had been good to him. He had grown even more handsome in the

my head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from

pain

me to Ashton once we stepped into the elevator. “Mr. Fuller, this is Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the next few days. Please feel free to approach her if you

eyes riveted on me

in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was

swiped the key card to the room and left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can go over Mr. Fuller’s schedule with him. I have some tasks

circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why am