When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 625

I chewed my lips subconsciously, feeling awkward under her stare.

I recollected myself and replied to Ashton, “I’ll blow-dry it in a bit.” I usually avoided the hairdryer except during winter, as it was bad for my hair quality.

Ashton knitted his brows as he stared at me somewhat sternly. Then, he turned to Rachel and said, “Put the Marketing Department in charge of promoting the AI. You can settle the rest with Joseph.”

Rachel frowned as she took a covert glance at me. “Mr. Fuller, we need you to review all these materials personally before we can—”

“You may leave now,” Ashton cut her off before looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He waved me over. “Come here!”

I walked towards him. Rachel glared at me darkly, probably angered by my distraction.

She left in a fit of irritation.

Ashton embraced me as he coaxed, “If you don’t blow-dry your hair, you’ll catch a cold.”

As he was talking, he took the towel in my hand and began patting my hair dry.

I nodded in response and pretended to look at my nails. Hmm, they’re getting a bit long. I should cut them soon.

His gentle stare was starting to burn a hole in the side of my head. I turned to face him and his magnetic gaze.

“Is there something on my face?” Instinctively, I lifted my hand towards my face. Rubbing at the possibly non-existent stains, my uncertainty grew.

He burst into laughter as a hint of humor flashed across his eyes.

to be holding back his laughter

asked, “Are we

there anything you’d

“Anything’s fine!”

nodded in agreement, though he didn’t specify what we

the people from Granatano, Ashton made sure to dry my hair

Joseph bring over a set of clothes

sense of

my shock. I addressed her, “He has

a bit put out before placing some documents on

in a rush to leave. Instead,

her directly. “Ms. Zimmer, do you

in front of me. She only spoke once

brows at

smirked and tossed out her

directly, you know.” I wasn’t well-versed in the art of dallying with awkward

we’re so busy we even forget to take dinner. Luckily Mr. Campbell is always so

claws. “Scarlett, you’re in a far too different world from him. He needs someone who can keep up with

lipstick mark on the

and elegance are values that every mother passes down to her daughter, but I guess not every woman is lucky enough to have

by the blow I’d

sure Ashton and I share

scrunched her

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