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.

to pinch

and got up, tugging him into the bathroom. “Armond wants to know what you think about the Lavelian Village project,” I

for,” he lamented, wrapping his arms around me as he pressed my back up against the sink. “He employed my very own wife in his own company so that he could send you

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

its’ project to Murphy Corporation. Besides, he’s just asking about your

unable to open his mouth and reply because of the razor near his skin. I could tell from his fond gaze

my movements were somewhat clumsy. Thankfully, I hadn’t cut his skin, and I quickly handed him a warm towel to

shaved jaw. I 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

nothing but a sleeveless negligee

compromising position I’d put us in when I climbed into his lap. His hand on my waist only served to make the situation appear even more suggestive than it

shave.” I tried to get off of his legs,

hold you in my arms,”

think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed. I’m a little tired, and I haven’t slept well

hand. Leaning in, he left