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 I love him, and he again sends me away? Then

walked past me through the seats as if he was talking to someone else. But I

up from my seat. The girls who were now done with their makeup

get out of there, but

out of the class and

his face. Those dark shades complemented his light beard and

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

his gaze on me. Ignoring

Justin's pov

surprise her, but momentarily I had forgotten that

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

something or another. However, the girl I wanted to see was

There was an exhausted look on her face. Our eyes

Just like that.

tried making her a call but no

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

tried her phone but still, she was not receiving my call. I

I heard Mr. Christopher Vincent's voice. The head of our psychology department, "I have an appointment with

a short man in his fifties, and

sat down and we started discussing the annual reports when out of nowhere something clicked

I closed the file and looked up, "Can I get some

talked about anything personal with anyone except

a girl and had to send her away for some reason." I rolled my lips between my

took off his glasses and leaned back

to send her

quiet, patiently waiting for me

afresh. But..." "But?" 'This girl. She seems ... scared. She ... does show that she loves him. But sometimes she acts quite weirdly. She is not able to love

in his eyes, but he didn’t

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

was about to smile when Mr. Vincent spoke again, "BUT..." he paused, "he might have won her love, yet this

up at

doesn't know what that guy would do to her again. Whatever the reason she was 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

win her trust. At every moment,

quiet after

a psychologist on his behalf? About his love life?" this time his gaze was burning my face

I looked straight 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.

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

think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.” I said while shaking his

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

to my face. But now looking from her point of view

I made a call to my Genie aka assistant, "In the IT department, there is a Gerald guy. Can I have his