When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I pursed my lips and looked down at my fingers. “Give yourself a break.”

He got up, and before heading to his study, he turned towards me. “Actually, there are still some things I need to deal with. I’ll try to get it done asap, and see you in a bit.”

I mellowed as I saw him walked further away. When I finally came back to my senses, I realized I forgot to check if he wanted dinner.

Regardless, I went to the kitchen, made some spaghetti, and brought it upstairs.

The door was left ajar, and I could see him on the phone.

I wasn’t sure what the conversation was about. The fountain pen in his hand landed so heavily on the contract that it pierced through it. The ink spread into quite a sizeable area from the persistent pressure. Something vexatious was brewing.

Those solemn dark eyes of his noticed what’d happened, but his hand was still driving the pen deeper into the table.

“Are you done?” Fury shadowed his face.

The person on the other end of the line seemed to sense the tightness in his voice. Nevertheless, the conversation continued.

“Brothers? Him and I? You don’t know what the market is like,” Ashton growled.

Yup, he is angry.

After he hung up, ferocity lurked in every corner of his narrowed eyes. He glanced at the patch of ink, lifted his hand, and proceeded with signing as if everything was okay.

Splash! The flick of his wrist spilled his coffee.

sheets

these years jostling in the market had made him stoic. A poker face

a man would know clearly what he desired and what he’d rather keep his hands off. Those were the

Knock, knock!

standing outside. “So, what have you brought me?” The gloom that was on his face a second ago vanished. A

room. After putting the spaghetti on his desk, I wiped the remaining coffee off, feigning

them into the bin. “I’ve made some meatball spaghetti. It’s my first

down, and munched away as if what happened just now

Sally?” I asked as

it wasn’t wrong to say that Ashton and Marcus are

with spaghetti still

the proposal of the acquisition on White Corporation drafted two years

was it only signed

tissues and dapped on the spread

whined. “Ink is the hardest thing to remove. Moreover, it’s

curled my lips and put down the document. I couldn’t get myself to ask him about

sense of accomplishment launched me into an attention-seeking puppy. “How

nodded. “Invigorating.” Then, he kissed me on my forehead. “Also, Hannah should be discharged soon. Let’s pay her

was amazing how he kept track of such paltry matters. “Sure thing!” I bobbed my head, and as I tilted my chin up, I

“Hmm?”

I love her as much as I love you. With Jared visiting her

he laid his eyes on me. “You’ve given