When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When I shifted my gaze towards him, his handsome features exuded an elegant and alluring aura. He had also changed into a pair of grey sweats. It seemed like he had just emerged from a shower, as his ebony hair was in damp tendrils. Originally, Ashton had much shorter hair. He must have neglected it due to his increasing workload. His hair was now long enough to fall across his forehead. Overall, it gave him a very youthful appearance.

He did not notice my presence when I entered the study. He must have been too immersed in his work. Seizing the chance, I tiptoed over to his figure.

While he was distracted, I sneaked my way behind him and pointed my fingertip to the back of his head.

“Don’t move! This is a robbery!” I uttered in a low and raspy tone.

Gently, he set down the documents along with the glasses perched on his nose bridge. “What do you plan to steal?” he asked.

“I’ll take all your money!” I answered as I ruffled his hair with my fingers in a playful manner.

In a swift move, he turned around and pulled me onto his lap. “Mrs. Fuller, you can take anything you want,” he rumbled, “But you should repay my generosity before you leave.”

“Your guest is downstairs,” I said with a mischievous grin as I wrapped my hands around his neck. “Won’t you be embarrassed if there’s a commotion?”

“You don’t need to worry. He has left.” He reached out a hand to pinch me. His dark eyes were fixated intently on my face.

As soon as he uttered those words, the loud noise of a car engine echoed downstairs.

“Mr. Fuller, I have a serious question. Is Mr. Campbell’s impeccable timing a talent or skill that he trained?” I asked.

his lips curled into a

address me with more affection?” He caught my chin in his grip and bit

our own names,” I replied with a saddened pout. “What do you

place for such a stoic person

been married for many years, I could not recall the last time I referred to him in such an

silent; his dark gaze was unreadable and

usually solemn Ashton seemed to be stunned by

aloud. How adorable! “Hubby!” I crooned

came to flirting or being coy. A woman should sport a flirtatious gaze and a gentle voice; this would

of glee when his muscles stiffened under my touch.

moment of triumph, mortification

I stared at Ashton. “You…”

just did

words

you call me hubby!”

his nose bumped against mine. I could feel the warmth

upon his request. Of course, I wouldn’t

off his lap in an attempt to flee. “Go ahead