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.

you about.” Emery sounded much more serious compared to the last two conversations

where?” I was traumatized by my previous experience with the paparazzi, and I wanted to take

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

pick you up in a bit.” She hung up before

I could tell she

spent much time together, I could sense that Emery wasn’t a

seemed to fidget uneasily in

face,

continued, “I’m about to tell you something very important. You need to know about it today. Actually, you- ah, never mind. This isn’t the time or place for it. I’ll

since she seemed so

us to The

is my shop; do you remember it? You can order whatever you like. Drinks are on

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

it’s been so

replied quietly as I looked

Gregory had invited me to. Beyond that memory, I had no