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.

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

because it offered more privacy, especially against paparazzi. By the time we arrived, Alexander was already waiting by

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

warm up to strangers, what more, a six-year-old. Since Ashton trusted Gregory with me, I ought

“Emery’s waiting for you in the private room.” Then, he half-squat to match Gregory’s eye level. “You must be Ashton’s son, Gregory, right? You can call me Uncle Zimmerman!” He looked at the kid

popped his head out from behind me. His

behavior. Then, he fished for some milk candies from his pocket and handed them out

known Alexander’s identity, I would’ve assumed

sweets, he resisted the urge to take them and reluctantly pulled his gaze away. Then he

hands. “You

“Thank you, Uncle Zimmerman.”

on cloud nine. “Gregory, I have lots of other delicious food.