When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It took me a while to regain my composure. Afterward, we left the house and were greeted by Joseph, who stood waiting beside the car.

Although Ashton had mentioned arranging a chauffeur, I didn’t expect Joseph to be the one.

Noticing our arrival, he was quick to open the door. With one hand still on the handle, he greeted politely, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Gregory, you’re here.” He smiled at the latter.

My son was delighted to see him. “Mr. Campbell!”

After Gregory entered the car, it dawned on me to ask, “Mr. Campbell, aren’t you busy? Are you sure it’s ok for you to accompany us?”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Also, Mr. Fuller won’t feel safe unless it’s me.” His voice was earnest.

Joseph’s overly respectful behavior puzzled me. Since he had been the one to gather intel about me, he should know that I am not Scarlett. There was no need for him to treat me as such.

safety made sense. With Gregory’s identity still a secret, Ashton would definitely want someone trustworthy, like Joseph, to look after him while he was out. “All right, thank you.” After I got in the car, Joseph kindly closed

chose The Jade for our meetup because it offered more privacy, especially against paparazzi. By the time we arrived, Alexander was already waiting by the

name, his eyes were on Gregory. Sensing his intention, I pulled

up to strangers, what more,

match Gregory’s eye level. “You must be Ashton’s son, Gregory, right? You can call me Uncle

popped his head out from behind me. His eyes darted around

Then, he fished for some milk

Alexander’s identity, I would’ve assumed he was up

to take them and reluctantly pulled his

sweets and placed them in his hands. “You can have them. But

“Thank you, Uncle Zimmerman.”

I have lots of other delicious food.