When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I knew Ashton was infuriated, but this was ultimately still his company. There was no need to make a ruckus here. Besides, knowing his personality, Nancy’s showbiz career was probably over.

“I’m fine, it’s just a small injury. Speaking of which, what shall we eat?”

He took a few moments to compose himself. While holding my hands, Ashton proclaimed reassuringly, “You’re my woman. You don’t need to give in to anyone.”

His obsidian eyes bored into Vanessa menacingly. “It’s basic courtesy to return one a favor.”

Upon hearing his words, she collapsed to the ground, begging repeatedly. Her voice quivered. “Mr. Fuller, I know my mistake! I didn’t do it on purpose, I’ll apologize to her! I beg you, please let us off this time.”

Her words fell on deaf ears. With his unchanging look, he continued, “Can an apology resurrect the dead?”

Vanessa knew there was no getting through to him. She wiped off her tears and turned towards me. “Ms. Stovall, I didn’t mean to hurt you! Hit me back all you want. But just this once! Please convince Mr. Fuller to let Nancy off the hook.”

Ashton remained unresponsive. He turned towards me, his expression softened. “Will your palms be ok?”

He took my hands in his as he spoke, gesturing for me to open up my palms. Then he looked right at Vanessa.

Taking it as her queue to come in, she stood up and stopped right in front of me.

brain could process anything, Vanessa was already bleeding from the corners of her lips. Although Ashton had

his rage.

voice cold, “Don’t let me see

at Nancy. Although he said nothing, it was enough to convey his hatred towards

my hands still in his, Ashton reminded, “Next time, don’t show any mercy. There’s nothing to feel bad about.” Just then, he remembered the other two present in

was worried for me, but he shouldn’t blame them for my

Ashton’s elbow and asked, “Are you done with work?

chuckled lightly before giving a light tap on my nose. He had no qualms about showering me with affection in

led the way out of the studio. Once outside, I let out a sigh. Looks like Fuller

sooner than expected. Behind me, there were loud murmurs.

is

the car, then there was finally some respite. I turned over and asked,

“No. She’s not worthy to be compared to you. You’re way better than

He had only gotten more ruthless over the past four years. What made the difference was, he was now good at concealing his emotions. The only ounce of warmth he had

Summer was having

and asked, “Were you