When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Obstinately, Ashton remained standing where he was. He cast a backward glance to see Joseph hurrying in with a stack of gifts.

“Scarlett prepared these small tokens for Mom and Dad,” Ashton explained evenly.

Baffled, I looked at Ashton. When had all these been prepared? Had Ashton already predicted that I’d leave John behind to attend the dinner with him?

My mind was swimming with thoughts.

Tiffany tossed her head uncaringly. Joseph, laden down by the weight of the gifts in his arms, tottered awkwardly into the room.

Just then, a deep voice commanded regally, “There’s no need to make such a fuss. We’re family, after all. Housekeeper, take those things from him.”

As if on cue, the housekeeper nervously stepped forward, stiffly receiving the items from Joseph. The atmosphere within the room instantly eased.

It was Nathaniel who had spoken. I’d only heard his voice before and had only taken the briefest of glances at his photo. I was surprised to see that he was casually attired and looked rather youthful. Nathaniel appeared distinctly approachable, unlike the elderly patriarch I’d envisioned in my mind.

more below the surface than met the

housekeeper set the items down conscientiously, Ashton suddenly turned and leisurely placed his arm around my

barely sat down when Tiffany began

Finance Director and terminated my subordinates. What are you planning to achieve? Don’t forget that

for us. Ashton calmly poured out a cup, then handed it to

as she watched Ashton deliberately stir his

at Tiffany. Menacingly,

the room had congealed, and the temperature dropped by a few degrees. A shiver danced

the fact that she was

herself up and pounced onto me, clawing at

glared at her with such hatred that even I, despite not being the object of his attention, quaked

was Tiffany’s first time witnessing this side of Ashton. She gaped

muscular arm suddenly shot out and grabbed Tiffany’s neck in a

who was used by now to Ashton’s capricious ways.