When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I still hadn’t forgiven him for forcing himself on me the previous night, so I pretended not to have heard him.

“Scarlett!” he repeated, this time more forceful.

“Gregory said he had never eaten his mother’s homemade breakfast, so I made some to coax him. Is that what you want too, Mr. Fuller? Then again, I wouldn’t want to make your stomach upset from my food,” I replied, still refusing to make eye contact with him.

My snarky tone riled Ashton up, and he was about to rebuke me when one of his staff announced, “Mr. Campbell has arrived, Mr. Fuller.”

Now that he had work to tend to, Ashton shot an angry glance at me before stalking out in a huff.

Once I could no longer hear footsteps, I snuck a glance at the stairs.

So it seems like Ashton isn’t that easy to provoke.

There were still no signs of the man coming back even after twenty minutes had passed. When the maid started to clear the table, I decided to ask if she knew where he was.

“Mr. Fuller is currently in the study with Mr. Campbell.”

was still around put a dampener on my mood as I trudged my way

the room. I tried to

a moment of hesitation, I mustered up the courage and knocked

it was Ashton who

with no intention of letting me in. “What’s the matter?” he asked

and sulked. “Don’t you

had. I’m not picky,” he answered

kid’s breakfast?” Is he trying to compete

force yourself to make it if you don’t want to,

toward the stairs behind me, hinting that I should

got hit by a sudden realization. “What do you take me for, Ashton? Did you bring me here so you can order me around and do whatever you

could see Joseph behind him, holding on to a stack of documents.

you

curled into a smirk. “Something you’d surely be interested

he was keeping me in suspense, but even I had to agree that the temptation

a deep sigh, I sulked my way back into the kitchen and made the same breakfast for Ashton