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.

What if I tell Justin that I love him, and he again sends me away? Then

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

girls who were now done with their makeup were

wanted to get out of there, but I just

out of the class and halted in

dress pants, he had dark shades on his face. Those dark shades complemented his light beard and long curls across

standing with the principal and students were

on me. Ignoring the look, I turned away

Justin's pov

class to surprise her, but momentarily

beside me. He started talking about the budget approvals. I was thinking of

talk 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

Just like that.

sight. I tried making her a call but no response. So, after waiting for a few minutes,

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,

but still, she was not receiving my call. I kept wondering if I made some mistake and offended her in

voice. The head of our psychology

the door for him. I might be his boss, but he was a short man in his fifties, and I always made it a

down and we started discussing the annual reports when out of

Vincent." I closed the file and looked up, "Can I get some advice from

a little speechless because I never talked about anything personal with anyone except my

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

took off his glasses and leaned

was quite deep, but he had to send her way from his life because he

stayed quiet, patiently waiting for me to

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

of amusement blinked in his eyes, but he

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

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

looked up at him in

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

that guy. The guy must win her trust. At every moment, at every step, he needs to let her know that he not only cares for her but also respects her choices. And only a

got quiet after

to consult 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. The girl I must say

and nodded at him. I wish I could tell him that I was

else you want to know, Mr. Deluca?" "No. I think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.” I said while shaking his hand across the

to make an effort. To respect her wishes. Her privacy. Her consent."

incident popped up in my mind. The hilarious situation did bring a smile to my face. But now looking from her point of view it was an embarrassing

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