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,

through the seats as if he was

up from my seat. The girls

to get out of there, but

slumped shoulders, I came out of the class

a white button-down shirt with black dress pants, he had dark shades on his face. Those dark shades complemented his light beard and

the principal and students were talking to him, telling him

on me. Ignoring the look, I

Justin's pov

outside her class to surprise her, but momentarily I had forgotten that I was the University Dean

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

a problem with something or another. However, the girl

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

Just like that.

but no response. So, after waiting for a few minutes, I called Eve,

there, yet?" "Why would she come here, Justin? She 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. Why would she go to

she was not receiving my call. I kept wondering if I made some

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

boss, but he was a short man in his fifties, and

started discussing the annual reports when out of

get some advice from you on something my friend

because I never talked about

He was involved with a girl and had to send her away for some reason."

his glasses

to

waiting for me to speak

everything afresh. But..." "But?" 'This girl. She seems ... scared. She ... does show

of amusement blinked in his eyes,

don't know, Mr. Vincent how to explain this to you but... this guy... My friend needs 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

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

looked up at

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.

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

quiet after

his behalf? About his love life?" this

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 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

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

hilarious situation did bring a smile to my

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