When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It was raining that day; the child’s memory was limited to what he was able to see clearly. Furthermore, the architecture for all the villas on my street was very similar.

Ashton gazed at me from afar and then turned to his son. “Gregory,” he called, with a hint of warning in his voice.

Gregory frowned when he heard. He reluctantly loosened his grip on me and walked back to his father with a pout.

When he reached Ashton’s side, he grabbed one of his fingers coyly.

Children were emphatic; he had probably noticed his father’s anger and was keen to make amends.

Their relationship seems a little too stiff, I thought. He was perhaps a little strict for such a young child.

At that age, they were developing actively. Their nature, reason, and emotional quotient had to be nurtured most carefully.

I wasn’t close to Ashton as we were merely casual acquaintances. It was not up to me to criticize him about the upbringing of his kid.

Ashton stood where he was for a little while. He then turned and led his child into the villa opposite ours.

When they had entered, the man who had opened the door for them walked up to me. “So, we are officially neighbors now. My name is Joseph. If there’s anything you may need, please feel free to ask.”

He handed me his card while he introduced himself. I glanced at it before introducing myself in return. “You can call me Carlette.”

you enquire on behalf of Ashton the other day? Is he your boss?”

a change of scenery for his child. He chose this neighborhood and sent me over to help him settle in. I must

Ashton’s voice rang

at the door with a sullen expression

excused himself and ran to

as I stared at the shut door of the

middle class. With Ashton’s wealth and status, shouldn’t he be living somewhere much

of all places? Ashton had many puzzling things about him that could not be deciphered if one were to approach

for the doors opposite to shut again before turning around to return to

the events of the afternoon, I perked up at the chance of a conversational starter. “You’d

nonchalantly. It was obvious that he

“They are…”

Ding dong!

words almost out of my mouth when I was

had returned to their rooms after serving us, and there was no one left to wait on us in the living room. The door was nearer to me so I voluntarily got

already put down his fork exasperatedly

recent troubles in his life, he

soon