When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It seemed to be Ashton and Rachel.

Rachel spoke in a delicate voice. “Mr. Fuller, you didn’t have to come with me. This orchard is not that far away, so I’m fine being alone. It’s better if you stay with Mr. Oberick and keep him company.”

Ashton replied softly, “It’s fine. The paths are slippery so it’s not that safe for you to come alone.”

Rachel then broke out into a light smile as her eyes shone brightly, probably because Ashton’s words had been very warming to hear.

Feeling as though I was a third wheel, I prepared to leave.

However, Ashton suddenly called on me. “Ms. Stovall, have you finished picking the fruits?”

Stunned, I looked into my empty plastic bag and laughed. “Not yet. Aren’t you picking some with Ms. Zimmer? I don’t think Mr. Oberick needs that many, so I’ll just leave first!”

“Since you’re already here and the weather is so hot, why don’t you pick a few more back and share them with the rest?” said Rachel, as she deliberately moved closer to Ashton, as if she were afraid that I would not be able to see how close they were.

I nodded and replied indifferently, “Sure, I’ll pick some then!”

As I walked around the orchard, I managed to find a pear tree that looked rather healthy and was at the right height for me to reach.

a ghost haunting me. When I plucked a pear and placed it in my bag, she picked one too. She then wiped it clean for a long time before taking a bite. She scrunched up her face as she said, “It’s really sour. Who’s going

words. Then, I looked at her and said, “Someone else

shout, “These fruits seem good, Ms. Stovall. Why don’t you climb up to pick

she pointed and pressed my lips together, speechless. The tree was a few meters tall, so naturally, it got

can’t climb trees!” I replied, not planning to carry on the

shocked expression and continued, “Mr. Fuller told me that you grew up in the countryside. Don’t tell me

was nowhere in sight. Frowning, I looked at her and said, “Did Ashton tell you

something to be expected. “Yeah, he told me so much about his

nod and hummed in

that I was about to leave, Rachel moved to block my way. “The fruits on this tree are definitely sweet. Why can’t you just climb up to pluck a few? You’re so selfish. Who’s

hands and feet too. Why don’t you climb

What a crazy woman!

that she could not find words to refute me and could

to her. I

Ashton came back with a bag of fruits. He looked at us and asked,

Mr. Fuller!” said Rachel, as she strutted to Ashton and continued, “Look at the pears on this tree! They look so big and juicy even from afar. I bet

a little tall though, so it won’t be

acted pitiful as she replied, “I’d previously heard that Ms. Stovall liked to climb trees, so I wanted