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

I

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

smaller than all

and cosiest atmosphere amongst the rest. Instead of having a

was replaced by warm-color fabric furniture. Summer and my pictures were everywhere in the living room, many of which I had no

after I left K City. Apart from that,

were pictures of Ashton and me sending

pictures brought a bittersweet feeling

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

water and found the tea leaves. Then, I took the fruits out of the fridge and prepared a fruit platter in no

furnishing in the villa were similar to those

at the pavilion with freshly brewed tea, Ashton was reading the document.

was being opened,

that point, I noticed that Rachel

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

and uttered, “There’s juice and milk in the

was slightly bewildered to hear that. Nevertheless, with a faint smile,

turned 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, and I need you to contact Armond concerning the project in Lavelian Village. After all, this project is