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.

some things I need to talk to you about.” Emery sounded much more serious compared to the last two conversations we

traumatized by my previous experience with the paparazzi, and I

from the hospital, I had been watching the news at home. There was no shortage of dating scandals broken by dogged tabloid reporters. Next time, I may not be

bit.” She hung up before I could

car. I could tell she

together, I could sense that Emery wasn’t a

fidget uneasily

a somber expression on her face,

continued, “I’m about to tell you something very important. You need to know about it today. Actually, you- ah, never

probe her since she seemed

drove us to The

can order whatever you like. Drinks are

Though I wasn’t feeling particularly thirsty, I still ordered a latte since Emery seemed so

it’s been so long. Do you

replied quietly as I

the one Gregory had