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.

frowned, loathing the unsolicited

collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that

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

but I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or

eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the hotel, escorted by a

aura that made him stand

and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but

to press the elevator button—a feat that would

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

and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through

any other situation, my embarrassing predicament would have blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one would fall over in such a

in his tracks and approach me. He

even

footing. Retracting my hand from

pain in silence as I staggered

Fuller, this is Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your

me as he replied

his calm facade had I not 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

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 to

my lips. Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule