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

a while for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that

gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s head into the

it was a hallucination, but I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or ire would be

a long standstill, he tore his eyes away from me

unique aura that made him stand

his broad back and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was

of people that surrounded him was so thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would

was not paying attention to where I was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I

thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my

all, it was

never expected Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He

had grown even more handsome

head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from

pain in silence as I staggered

She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will

me as

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 miss when

left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms.

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