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?”

as myself reaching into his trouser pocket to grab his

yet clear eyes. If I made a big deal out of it, it would seem like I was

beautiful piano melody kept playing, as

frozen in the same posture as he waited for

taking

his soap-covered hands with his eyes. His meaning couldn’t be

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

while staring

speaker icon before bringing the phone to his ear. Due to the height difference, I had to stand on my tippy toes and get

gentle voice drifted over the other end of the

man was stingy with

as she chirped gleefully, “I brought all the previous project files over

How lucky of him to have a beautiful woman at his

a long time, I vaguely sensed his gaze on me. Puzzled, I returned his gaze,

wasn’t going to answer, he

was palpable even over the phone when she quipped, “Then, can you come out and open the gate for me, Mr. Fuller? I’m

me a glance, signaling for

ending the call, I hesitated for a second before suggesting, “You should go now. I’ll handle it

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

was wrong and declared, “We’ll go together once we’re done here. Rachel is here because of

pressed my lips together tightly in response to his tyrannical behavior. Rachel’s obviously not here to discuss the

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