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

himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting

he noticed the depth of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s

hallucination, but I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was

from me and wordlessly entered

made him stand out no matter

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

to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat

was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost my balance and fell face-forward

knees hit the ground with a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading

would have blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one would fall

stop in his tracks and approach me.

to him. He had grown even more handsome

my head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from his grip,

I endured the pain in

in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the next few days.

me as

noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was hard to miss

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

shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph?