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

unlocked as I keyed

square feet. Yet,

way smaller than all those previous properties that Ashton

had the homiest and cosiest atmosphere amongst the rest. Instead of having a black-and-white

by warm-color fabric furniture. Summer and my pictures were everywhere in the living

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

pictures of Ashton and me sending Summer to school, taken

of those pictures brought

gaze. Soon, I wiped off

Then, I took the fruits out of the fridge and prepared a

of the ornaments and furnishing in the villa were similar to those in the house in K

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

was

point, I noticed that Rachel

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

Ashton looked up at me and uttered, “There’s juice and

to hear that. Nevertheless, with a faint smile,

to discuss the project with the shareholders, and