When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Joseph frowned. “Why? They’re clearly here to cause trouble.”

“They look hungry and pitiful… especially the child. Please do as I said.”

“Alright.” He didn’t sound convinced, but nodded and went off anyway.

Entering Ashton’s office, I spotted him reading a document. I placed the lunchbox that I brought right in front of him on his desk. Snatching the pen and document in his hands away, I chided, “I know you’re a workaholic, but you’ve just burnt the midnight oil. At least eat some breakfast and then take a nap on the bed.” I was acting angrier than I truly felt.

The faint hints of a smile grew on his face as he pulled me to sit in his lap. “Why are you here so early in the morning?” He sighed deeply and buried his face in my hair. “Did you not sleep last night?”

The sight of his stubble starting to poke out of his chin pulled at my heartstrings. “Enough about me; have you seen what you look like? That’s it, no more chit-chat. Eat your breakfast and then take a nap!”

I climbed off of his legs and opened up the lunchbox for him.

Surprisingly, he obediently ate the food in silence, and then insisted on having me sleep beside him. I was unwilling at first, but he looked so serious when he said, “I can’t sleep without you.”

lay down in

of his even breathing. He must be exhausted after pulling an

echoes of footsteps rang out from the office. Taking advantage of Ashton’s deep sleep state, I slowly tiptoed out of bed and left the private restroom. The first thing I saw once I was back in the office was Joseph

“Mrs. Fuller, is

nodded. “Did something

a large number of distant relatives and are continuing to be a disturbance. The lobby is a complete mess, and it’s starting to

to investigate Sasha’s relationship with her family yesterday?

she was a university student. No one knows who the child’s father is. Both of Sasha’s parents were local laborers and had now retired. They’re not very poor, but Sasha has an older brother with a gambling addiction

her death. After all, her entire family had been dependent on her income solely and had already been living a frugal life before this. Now that she had suddenly passed away in

all, have you? Go

fine…”

don’t know anything,” I insisted. “Besides, the issue downstairs is just a civil dispute and not something that requires special knowledge. I can handle it myself. So relax and

call, I heard what

upon hearing that. Turning to me, he stressed, “I’ll leave things in your hands, Mrs. Fuller. I have