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

a while for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget

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

I could sense his body quivering ever

he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the hotel, escorted by

exuded a unique aura that made him stand out

and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers.

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

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

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

and approach me. He

to him. He had grown even more

my footing. Retracting my hand from

exterior, I endured the pain in silence as I staggered

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 have any

riveted on me as

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 I had my head down the

other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall,

pursed my lips. Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why am I going over it with