When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The yard in the villa was equipped with a pavilion. It was a perfect place for having a conversation when the weather was nice.

Ashton was leading us to the pavilion. Then, he ordered me, “There are some fruits in the fridge. Prepare some fruits and brew us tea.”

With my brows knitted, I pointed at myself while asking in disbelief, “Me?”

The man raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Of course, I have a problem with that! Aren’t I here to discuss the project? What, now I’m your errand girl?

Just then, Rachel put the lunch box down and said smilingly, “Mr. Fuller, let me do it so Ms. Stovall can get some rest. You should eat first; see if the food I brought you suits your liking.”

“It’s fine. Let her do it. She knows the place better.” Ashton cast his gaze at me as he spoke.

Hearing that, my eyes widened. What is he talking about? I know the place better? I have never come to his house since he moved here!

Meanwhile, Rachel’s smile stiffened.

I thought Ashton must have said that on purpose so that he could order me around. Reluctant to waste my breath on him, I made my way to the house.

Standing in front of the door, I turned to look at the man sitting in the pavilion and waited for him to tell me the password.

Having developed a good rapport over the years, Ashton raised his brow and answered my unasked question, “Our daughter’s birthday.”

heart was overwhelmed with

door unlocked as I keyed in

relatively moderate in size, which was about 3200 square feet. Yet, it was definitely a large house in the eyes of the

way smaller than all those

that had the homiest and cosiest atmosphere amongst the rest.

and my pictures were everywhere in the living

were pictures of Summer and her father, which were probably taken after I left K City. Apart from that, there were also pictures featuring the three

pictures of Ashton and me sending Summer

pictures brought a bittersweet feeling to

tears as I retrieved my gaze. Soon, I wiped off the tears that

took the

and furnishing in the villa were similar to

was back at the pavilion with freshly brewed tea, Ashton was reading the document. As for Rachel, she was sitting

table was being opened,

noticed that Rachel

I’m not sure of your preferences, so I only prepared Earl Grey.” With that, I placed the

Ashton looked up at me and uttered, “There’s juice and milk in the fridge. I have them

Nevertheless, with

details that you need to fix. I need to discuss the project with the shareholders, and I need you to contact