When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Ashton had designed this study to be extra-large. Not only that, but he also paid special attention to the selection of books and materials in it.

He was worried about leaving Summer alone downstairs, so he carried her up to the study as well.

A children’s study with a starry night sky was even designed especially for Summer. It was dreamy and exquisite, truly a work of art.

Summer hadn’t learned many words, so her choice of books was mainly comic or picture books.

I didn’t want to put too much academic stress on a five-year-old. So instead of making her study more, I let her spend time pursuing her interests.

Initially, I had intended to let her pick up piano when she was three but was told that it might not be good for her joints as she was too young. As such, I let her attend dance and drawing lessons instead.

That entire time, we had a very relaxing and leisurely time in the study. However, even though Ashton had taken the day off, he still had work to tend to.

I had been reading for a while when I looked up, only to see him still busy with work.

Meanwhile, Ashton was typing away furiously at the keyboard with an unwavering focus. He looked especially charming when he was deep in concentration. It was as if he had been placed under a spotlight that accentuated his handsome face.

He paused to pick his cup up for a sip, only to realize it was empty. With a slight furrow of his brows, he placed his cup back down and went back to work.

I closed my book and went to get his cup. Upon that, he glanced at me and smiled. “I can do it later!”

“I just want to walk about.” I smiled back.

went back to work. After refilling his water, I decided to check in on Summer out of

her comic book. Her chin was propped up in her hands as she swayed

devouring her book page after page, pausing for a bit only to

how alike she and Ashton were. At the same time, I decided to get her a cup of

remember to drink

she replied, her gaze still on her

concentrated on her

he

I walked toward his desk with a serious expression. Then I

was gentle as he asked, “Are you

against his shoulder,

stopped what he was doing and put his arm

anything I wanted to eat in

shall we cook at

on my face, I nodded and answered, “But

that only because I knew he was so much better than I

“Sure!”

he took a look at what I was reading. “When did you buy this? ‘The Bossy

present the full title, “The Bossy President Falls For Me.” I couldn’t help but look at him with a smirk. “Macy bought this and kept it at Glenwood Apartments. It looked like a

“So? Is it good?”

nodding. “It’s okay.” After a pause, I added, “It just makes me wonder why