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.

Justin that I love him, and he again sends me

after putting something on your face," Rayan muttered as he walked past me through the seats as if he

from my seat. The girls who were now done

get out of there,

I came out of the class

dress pants, he had dark shades on his face. Those dark shades complemented his light

the principal and students were talking to him, telling him

his gaze on me. Ignoring the look, I turned away and

Justin's pov

but momentarily I had forgotten that

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

problem with something or another. However, the girl I wanted

an exhausted look on her face. Our eyes met just for

Just like that.

she was nowhere in sight. I tried making her a call but no response. So, after

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

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

Christopher Vincent's voice. The head

but he was a short man in his fifties, and I always

down and we started discussing the annual reports

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

speechless because I never talked about anything personal with

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

off his glasses

to send her way from his life because he thought the

patiently waiting for me to

wild circumstances, this girl is back in his life. They both want to start everything 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 him freely. That's what I think... I mean

in his eyes, but he

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 you... I mean your friend... he doesn't need to win her

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

looked up at him

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 was for her advantage, Mr. Vincent." I tried to argue forgetting momentarily that it was supposed to be for my

win her trust. At every moment, at every step, he needs to let her know that he not

got quiet

friend ask you to consult a psychologist on his behalf? About his love life?" this time his gaze was burning my face

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 girl I must say is

I could tell him that I was the one who

got my answers.

to make an effort. To respect her wishes. Her privacy. Her consent." I already respected Ashley's consent, but I think I never respected her

mind. The hilarious situation did bring a smile to my face. But now

assistant, "In the IT department, there is a Gerald guy. Can I have his contact