When There Is Nothing Left But Love

As usual, I went out for a walk the next morning. I bumped into Ashton and Gregory, who were getting ready to leave their house.

Gregory seemed exceptionally excited to see me. “Ms. Stovall!”

“Good morning Greg!” I smiled at him brightly before glancing towards Ashton. I was surprised to see him staring intently at me.

I regained my composure before I greeted him. “Good morning, Mr. Fuller.”

“Morning,” Ashton replied coldly, bundling Gregory into a black SUV.

As the vehicle disappeared around the street corner, I sighed in frustration.

When I ordered the food delivery last night, I checked Ashton’s background before placing an order that might suit his tastes. His frosty attitude made me question if he really ate the food I had ordered.

I snapped back to reality as I pondered about the situation I was in. Why am I so obsessed with them? Is it just because Gregory is adorable? Or is it because they’ve been appearing in my life far more frequently than Marcus has these days? Argh, it’s confusing!

Emery called me just as I got home.

I need to talk to you about.” Emery sounded

by my previous experience with the paparazzi, and I wanted to take

news at home. There was no shortage of dating scandals broken by

She hung up before I could say anything

she was in a weird mood. “Are you ok? You don’t look so

much time together, I could sense that

fidget uneasily

a somber expression on her face, she nodded. “I’m

about to tell you something very important. You need to know about it today. Actually, you- ah, never mind. This isn’t

didn’t probe her since

drove us to The

shop; do you remember it? You can

thirsty, I still ordered a latte since Emery seemed so excited to bring

appraised me carefully before asking, “Letty, it’s been so long. Do you really

quietly as I

the one Gregory had invited me to. Beyond that