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

his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller,

body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement

long standstill, he tore his eyes away from me and

a unique aura that made him stand out no

but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony

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

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

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

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

stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to

had been good to him. He had grown even more handsome in the past four years. “Are you

hand from his grip, I

a tough exterior, I endured the pain in silence as I staggered to the

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

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 attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can go over Mr. Fuller’s schedule with

I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why