Ouch! My CEO Fiancé Fell For His Maid

102- Apology T o Gerald

Ashley's pov:

The first message from Justin: "Hello, love. Hope you keep your bag ready for the mansion visit that is due this evening."

The phone pinged again and there was a second message from him: "Oh, and one more thing. I love you. (A kissing emoji)

A smile made its way to my lips when I read his message on my phone.

The professor who was sitting in his seat and was waiting for us to finish our class assignment gave that look full of warning.

"Sorry," I mouthed and resumed writing the fu*cking note on the importance of color schemes in an interior, that I had the least interest in.

The whole class was busy writing, God knows what. Then something clicked my mind, I smiled and started writing...

[Not enough ideas? Fall in love.

You want to bring colors to your interior? Fall in love.

Because love is something that will change the perception of everything in your life. Whether it's your profession, home, or your color scheme.]

I kept writing until my fingers ached.

After I got done with the note, I handed it over to a fellow for submission. The moment the professor was out of the class, a girl whose name might be Tara or Fara... I don't remember... came inside running.

"Oh, you are late, baby girl!" Someone teased her for coming late and as usual, Rayan was one of them.

'You won't believe me," She was kind of panting, "I... I saw Justin Deluca." My heart missed a beat.

"What about him?" Rayan asked her while his eyes were on me.

"He was in our department a few minutes back. I thought it must be a coincidence but noooo. He is again here standing outside."

There seemed to be chaos among the girls.

'What? Justin Deluca is here?" "He hardly comes out of his office.” "Oh, God. I need a touch-up."

A girl took out her small kit and started fixing her face.

"Hey!" the girl from the other corner came to me and pointed to her pink blouse, "do you have lip color in this shade?" The disappointment was evident on her face when I shook my head.

Hello! He is not single. And absolutely not ready to mingle. Except with me of course. The hot dude is my husband. I wanted to tell all of them.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that he was mine and only mine. With a quivering smile, I sat back in my seat observing the girls around me.

I was so scared. Justin had a reason when he dumped me. But my heart. I feared re-rejection.

tell Justin that

muttered as he walked past me through the seats as if he was talking to someone

The girls who were now done with

wanted to get out of there, but I just wanted

with slumped shoulders, I came out of the class and halted

shirt with black dress pants, he had dark shades on his face. Those dark shades complemented his light beard and

was standing with the principal and students were talking to him, telling him

me. Ignoring the look, I

Justin's pov

was standing outside her class to surprise her, but momentarily I

stood beside me. He started talking about the budget approvals. I was thinking of ways to get him off my back when students

everyone wanted to talk to me and had a problem with something or another. However,

was an exhausted look on her face. Our

Just like that.

nowhere in sight. I tried making her a call but no response. So, after waiting for a few minutes, I called Eve, "Hey! Are you home?" "Just about to leave. Why?” She asked

must be in the university, attending her classes." 'Yeah. I couldn't find her so thought to ask you." 'What? What is it? Is it something serious?” She asked me worriedly, "If you want you can check at the IT department." "IT? Why IT?" "Gerald studies there. It's his department." After I hung up, I started toying with my phone.

was not receiving my call. I kept wondering

head of our psychology department, "I have an appointment with you." He reminded me with

door for him. I might be his boss, but he was a short man in his fifties, and I always made it a point to give respect to everyone,

started discussing the annual reports when out of nowhere something clicked

file and looked up, "Can I get some advice from you on something my friend

a little speechless because I never talked

had to send her away for some reason." I rolled my lips between my teeth to

glasses and leaned

was quite deep, but he had to send her way

quiet, patiently waiting for

'This girl. She seems ... scared. She ... does show that she loves him.

of amusement blinked in his eyes, but

do it to win her back. Can you suggest something? To win her back?" "But you... I mean your friend... he doesn't

and was about to smile when Mr. Vincent spoke again, "BUT..." he paused, "he might have

looked up at him in

hurt beyond repair. And now she is insecure." "But the guy was equally hurt." 'Yes. He must be. But for him, it was his choice. The girl was never given this choice." "It was for her advantage, Mr. Vincent." I tried to argue forgetting momentarily that it was supposed

she doesn't have faith in that guy. The guy must win her trust. At every

got quiet

About his love life?" this time his gaze was burning

into his eyes and said confidently, "he did." 'Then if he is trying to find out and if he is ready to work on it, then that's a big step. This means he is concerned for this relationship and for this girl. The

at him. I wish I could tell him that I was the one who was

Deluca?" "No. I think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.” I said while shaking his hand across

an effort. To respect her wishes. Her privacy. Her consent." I already respected Ashley's consent, but

incident popped up in my mind. The hilarious situation did bring a smile to my face. But now

IT department, there is a Gerald guy. Can