When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When he didn’t speak, I peeked at him in surprise, but his eyes were hooded and I couldn’t discern any emotion in them.

Unable to help myself, I blurted, “Didn’t you come here to look for Armond? Aren’t you going to talk to him?”

Without sparing a glance at me, his slender fingers moved across the porcelain bowls as he expertly washed the dishes.

“There’s no rush.” He only gave me three simple words in return.

The atmosphere became quiet all of a sudden and I felt slightly at a loss.

Suddenly, a ringtone broke through the uncomfortable silence. It was coming from his phone.

He didn’t answer it, but turned his emotionless eyes to me for some reason.

I stiffened and asked confusedly, “What is it?”

“My hands are wet. I’ll have to trouble you,” he replied.

At first, I couldn’t grasp his meaning. Later on, I realized that his phone was in his trouser pocket and both his hands were covered with soap.

Coincidently, I had just wiped my hands dry, so technically, it was convenient for me to take his phone. But…

The corners of my eyes twitched as I fell into a dilemma. “Mr. Fuller, I think that’s rather inappropriate.”

He cocked a brow at me. “And why exactly would that be inappropriate?”

reaching into his trouser pocket to

me with a serious yet clear eyes. If I made a big deal out of it,

piano melody kept playing, as though

in the same posture as he waited for

my hand into his trouser pocket. After taking his phone out, I handed it to him with slightly flushed cheeks.

and motioned at his soap-covered hands with his eyes. His meaning couldn’t be any clearer—he couldn’t pick up the call

and swiped to answer the call, catching sight of the caller ID in the

while staring at me with a particularly

icon before bringing the phone to his ear. Due to

his eyes to look at me, but didn’t comment. Soon, Rachel’s gentle voice

What is it?” This man was stingy with his words as

project files over today

to have a beautiful woman

sensed his gaze on me. Puzzled,

thought he wasn’t going to answer, he

over the phone when she quipped, “Then, can you come out and open the gate for

replied. Then, he shot me a glance, signaling for me to hang

a second before suggesting, “You should go now. I’ll handle it

take the bowl in his hand, but he held it in a vice-like grip. Bewildered, I widened my eyes at him, trying to figure out

“We’ll go together once we’re done here.

response to his tyrannical behavior. Rachel’s obviously not here to discuss the project with him. Is he

waiting outside. After he was done, he scanned me from head to toe at a disturbingly languid pace before asking, “Do you need to have a