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.

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

out after putting something on your face," Rayan muttered as he walked past me through the seats as if he was talking to someone else. But I knew he was speaking to

seat. The girls who

get out of there, but I just wanted to

came out of

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

students were

on me.

Justin's pov

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

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

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

exhausted look on her face. Our eyes met just

Just like that.

myself from everyone and went after her, but she was nowhere in sight. I tried making her a call but no response. So, after waiting

Ashley 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

I kept wondering if I made some mistake

voice. The head of our psychology department, "I have an appointment with you."

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

reports when

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

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

to send her away for some reason." I rolled my lips between my teeth to come up with more

his glasses and

deep, but he had to send her way

quiet, patiently waiting for

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 that's what my

amusement blinked in his eyes, but he didn’t say

how to do it to win her back. Can you suggest something? To win her back?" "But you... I mean your friend...

was about to smile when Mr. Vincent spoke again, "BUT..." he paused, "he

looked up at him

"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

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

quiet after

friend ask you to consult a psychologist on his behalf? About his love

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

nodded at him. I wish I could tell

"No. I think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.” I said while shaking his

this boy to make an effort. To respect her wishes. Her privacy. Her consent." I already respected Ashley's consent, but I think

Gerald 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 situation

"In the IT department, there