When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Mrs. Fuller!” Suddenly someone stood beside me, giving me a scare. I smiled as I noticed it was Stella.

I managed to squeeze myself in when the elevator doors opened. Maybe everyone knew my identity, so no one mentioned the rumors between Ashton and me. They were chatting to Stella instead.

From their conversation, I could deduce that Stella was well-liked by the other employees. Well, pretty and bubbly girls were always well-liked by others.

I got out when the elevator reached Ashton’s office. However, I was thunderstruck because I would need Ashton’s fingerprint to enter his office.

I decided to call him. Just as I whipped out my phone, the door opened, and out came Stella again.

Her gaze flickered between me and the door. “Mrs. Fuller, were you busy recently? I don’t see you visit Mr. Fuller much these days.”

I gave her a once-over and saw she was holding documents that require Ashton’s approval. “Yes. I’ve been busy with something.”

She smiled faintly in response then entered Ashton’s office. As I followed her, I stared at her back. It gave me a sense that it was all thanks to her that I was able to enter.

In the office, Ashton was sitting behind his desk reviewing documents while Stella stood silently by his side waiting for his signature. As Ashton lifted his arm, Stella passed him a pen. Their whole interaction displayed their excellent teamwork from working closely.

sightlessly at the

his work, focusing his attention on me. “Aren’t you tired

as well? It’s not appropriate if I sit

brows drew together as he understood my insinuation. He ordered Stella, “You may leave first. I will send these documents to

Stella nodded, “Sure!”

as she said goodbye

a dead

Ashton said, “Standing too long is not good for you

against the door. “It’s fine. Mr. Fuller, please finish your work first. My feet can stand for a few more minutes. I shouldn’t bother you, seeing as you’re busier

a brow and stood. “Scarlett, do you have to talk to me like

to me anymore. That’s fine. Mr. Fuller, please

I turned and left.

of person who let problems fester into the night.

fine. Finish your

grabbed my wrist. “Let’s settle this. The person who should be mad is me. You know the kind of person Armond is, yet you still meet him privately. I’m angry because I’m