When There Is Nothing Left But Love

He said he was working overtime half an hour ago, and then I couldn’t reach him no matter what I did. That was impossible. I stood before the door and went through my call record to call back.

The phone kept beeping, but nobody picked it up until the end. Ashton had always been a light sleeper, nor would he leave a personal call hanging for no reason. I knew it. He’s in trouble.

I pondered on the matter for a short while before video calling Joseph. He took it a while later, his background a great scenery. “Do you need anything, Mrs. Fuller?” His face was deadpan as ever.

“Where’s Ashton?”

“He didn’t tell me where he’s going,” he blurted without thinking.

“Is that so?” Nope, that was obviously a lie. Ashton wouldn’t keep him around as his assistant if he didn’t even know where his boss went. “Fine. I won’t look for him then, but I’ll have to see you. Where are you right now?”

a moment before answering, “I’ll go over

Fuller Corporation. I’ll be waiting in Ashton’s office. You have twenty minutes.” I hung up before he could say

the chair, looking up, and thought about Ashton’s reaction earlier. He had great control over his emotions, so he wouldn’t show any signs of pain unless it was

knew how powerless a patient was against their illness since I had experience with it. The pain was more than enough to strip anyone of the façade they were wearing, revealing their

issue. For our sake, I hope it was the latter

after nearly half an hour. “I’m sorry for being late, Mrs. Fuller. I had

greeting him back, I stared at him coolly. A long while

much into it, Mrs. Fuller. I was held up

he or I needed him. Joseph had never gone against that command, so I thought he might not be lying. However, that was also