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 unsolicited

hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting

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

ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or ire

standstill, he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the

made him stand out no matter where he

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

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

where I was going and tripped on someone’s

a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole body.

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

to stop in his tracks and approach

grown even

my hand from his grip, I gave

the pain in

this is Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the next few days.

me as he replied impassively,

movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped

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

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