When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The waiter was shocked when he saw Ashton’s face and apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fuller and Ms. Moore. I didn’t see where I was going. Are the two of you alright?”

Emery only realized the situation after a beat and immediately chided the waiter with a stern expression. “Didn’t the manager make sure that you passed basic training? If you run into a guest, can you afford to bear the consequences?”

This was her own business after all and there were still guests waiting beside them. Hence, Emery held back her anger and said, “Alright, send our guests off first, then bring a good bottle of wine over later.”

“Yes, I’ll go right away!” The waiter didn’t dare to meet Ashton’s gaze at all, lowering his head while he spoke and hastily leading the guests away.

Ashton stood there with a face devoid of expression, but the moment the waiter left with the guests, he lifted his hand to dust off the spot he was bumped into.

I initially thought he wouldn’t pursue this matter, but Emery frowned and immediately called over the front desk manager.

“Transfer the employee from just now to logistics. He’s not allowed to come to the lobby anymore.”

Of course, the manager didn’t care much about a small fry’s welfare. He quickly nodded and bowed respectfully. “Yes, I’ll arrange it right away.”

“Good.” Emery nodded. Seeing that Ashton gave no reaction, she decided to leave things at that.

did I realize that Ashton was seething in silence, waiting for Emery to suggest

it were in the past,

If he failed to do what was required of him, he didn’t deserve his position and could only face the consequences. Not to mention, the one he offended was a somewhat paranoid perfectionist

manager guided us further

walked along a hallway and reached a private room. Emery stepped aside to

into the room. Upon seeing the people inside, I

student uniform with her hair swept in a high ponytail and her head already reached the shoulder of the man beside her.

was seeing Macy standing there

built behind my nose as tears stung my eyes. I subconsciously let go

“Mommy…”

reminded me of the sound of bells. Perhaps it had been too long, but I couldn’t seem to recall Macy’s

I slowed in my

in her eyes. Before I could react, I was

missed

my daze. This