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.”

Ashton the other day? Is he

Joseph replied. “Mr. Fuller would like a change of scenery for his child. He chose this neighborhood and sent me over to help him settle in. I must thank you again for that

voice rang out

at the door with a sullen

hastily excused himself and

confused as I stared at the shut door

Ashton’s wealth and status, shouldn’t he be living somewhere

he choose to stay here, of all places? Ashton had many puzzling things about him that could not be

headful of doubt, I waited for the doors opposite to shut again before turning around to return to

of the afternoon, I perked up at the chance of a conversational starter. “You’d never have guessed who just moved into the house across

asked nonchalantly. It was

“They are…”

Ding dong!

almost out of my mouth when I was rudely interrupted by

meals. The servants 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 up. “I’ll get

put down his fork exasperatedly but at my

troubles in his life,

appeared as soon as I opened