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.”

was overwhelmed with

I

feet. Yet, it was definitely a large house in the eyes of the common

than all those previous properties that Ashton

the rest. Instead of having a black-and-white interior decoration style, the villa was painted in light

furniture. Summer and my pictures were everywhere in the living room, many of which I had no idea when Ashton

of Summer and her father, which were probably taken after I left K City. Apart from

Ashton and me sending Summer to school, taken by someone

of those pictures brought a

Soon, I wiped off the

Then, I took the fruits out of the

ornaments and furnishing in the villa were

pavilion with freshly brewed tea, Ashton was reading the document. As for Rachel, she was sitting next to the man, wanting to get his

on the table was being opened, yet

noticed that Rachel seemed

so I only prepared Earl Grey.” With that, I

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

to hear that. Nevertheless, with a faint

to face Rachel. “The project’s design is nice, but there are some problems with the details that you need to fix. I need to discuss the project with the shareholders,