When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I couldn’t figure out a solution to my problems, even after wracking my brain.

After my shower, I sat at my dressing table to do my skincare routine. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear Ashton’s footsteps when he entered the bedroom.

It was only when he suddenly picked me up in his arms that I was jerked back to reality, letting out a squeal of surprise. “What are you doing here?” I gasped. “When did you get back? You didn’t make a sound at all!”

“I’ve been here for a while already. Didn’t you see me in the reflection of the mirror you were staring at?” He sat down in my seat, placing me across his thighs as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “What’s on your mind?”

I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder. “The Lavelian Village project keeps running into problems. I’m in charge of everything, so can you blame me for overthinking it?”

He chuckled. “Everything that happened was out of your control. It won’t do you any good to keep stressing out over it. Besides, you now have your hubby’s money to use whenever you like. Who cares if you quit your job or end up having to pay damages?”

The stubble on his chin pricked my hand when I reached up to touch his face. “That’s easy for you to say. One compensation claim is worth ten million. How many times will I be able to fork that amount of money out, hm?”

“As many times as you like.” He grinned at me.

“You should really shave soon.” Running my fingers along his stubble made the skin on my finger pads feel raw.

hummed, one large hand sliding down to pinch my hips. “Will you do it

you think about the Lavelian Village project,”

pressed my back up against the sink. “He employed my very own wife in his own company so that he could

getting tired of standing on their tiptoes to reach his tall height, so I made him sit down on a chair. Without thinking too much about it, I climbed up and sat in his lap, focusing

expected that Fuller Corporation would award its’ project to Murphy

and reply because of the razor near his skin. I could tell from

I hadn’t cut his skin, and I quickly handed him

held his chin in one hand and turned his head from side to side, admiring my handiwork. “It

felt his large hand squeeze my hips as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, “Are you trying to seduce me right

I had put on nothing but a sleeveless negligee after my shower, my

the compromising position I’d put us in when I climbed into his lap. His hand on my waist

the gutter. I just genuinely wanted to help you shave.” I tried

and I just genuinely want to hold you in my arms,”

should go take

in, he left feather-light hints of kisses on the corner