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.

my existence again? What if I tell Justin that I love him, and he again

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

gathered my books quite tiredly and stood up from my seat. The girls

out of there, but I just wanted to

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

dark shades on his face. Those dark shades complemented his light beard and

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

swallowed the hard lump and felt his gaze on me. Ignoring the look, I turned away and headed to

Justin's pov

her, but momentarily I had forgotten

started talking about the budget approvals. I was thinking of ways to get

to me and had a problem with something or another. However, the girl I wanted to see was nowhere

There was an exhausted look on her face. Our eyes met just for a moment and then she went

Just like that.

and went after her, but she was nowhere in sight. I tried making her a call but no response. So, after waiting for a few minutes, I called Eve, "Hey! Are

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?"

was not receiving my call. I kept wondering if I made some mistake and offended her

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

opened the 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

annual reports when

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

I never talked

friend of mine. He was involved with a girl and had to send

took off his glasses and leaned back in

deep, but he had to send

patiently waiting for

seems ... scared. She ... does show that she loves him. But sometimes she acts quite weirdly. She

in his eyes, but

her in his life. He is very much in love. And don’t know what to do and how to do it to win her back. Can you suggest something? To win her back?" "But

"BUT..." he paused, "he might have won

looked up at him

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

matter what you say, she doesn't have faith in that guy. The guy must win her trust. At every moment, at every

quiet

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

ready to work on it, then that's a big step.

at him. I wish I could tell him

Deluca?" "No. I think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.” I

privacy. Her consent." I already respected Ashley's consent, but I think I never respected her

did bring a smile to my face. But now

a call to my Genie aka assistant, "In the IT department, there is