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.

lips curled into

me Mr. Fuller? Scarlett, shouldn’t you address me with more affection?” He caught my chin

our own names,” I replied with a saddened pout. “What do you want me to call you? Baby? Sweetheart? Darling? Or

titles seemed out of place for such a stoic person like

recall the last time I referred to him in such an

gaze was unreadable and impossible to decipher. “Hubby?” I

usually solemn Ashton seemed to be stunned by my

me laugh aloud. How adorable!

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

his muscles stiffened under my touch. It

my brief moment of triumph, mortification swept over

painted my cheeks as I stared at Ashton. “You…” I didn’t expect to receive

we just did

words

hold back when you call me hubby!” Ashton rasped as his grip

head until his nose bumped against mine. I could feel the

upon his request. Of course, I wouldn’t

“Go ahead with