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.

denies my existence again? What if I tell Justin that I love

past me through the seats as if he

tiredly and stood up from my seat. The girls who were now done with their makeup were going

of there, but I just wanted to

shoulders, I came out of the class and halted in my

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

were talking

me. Ignoring the look, I

Justin's pov

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

the budget approvals. I was thinking of

everyone wanted to talk to me and had a problem with something or another. However,

her face. Our eyes met just for a moment and then she went

Just like that.

excused 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 for a few minutes, I called Eve, "Hey! Are you home?"

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

her phone but still, she was not receiving my call. I

my office when I heard Mr. Christopher Vincent's voice. The head of

I opened the door for him. I might be his boss, but he was a short man in his

discussing the annual reports when out of nowhere something clicked

looked up, "Can I get some advice

because I never talked about anything personal with anyone except

a girl and had to send her away for some

took off his glasses and

girl. The involvement was quite deep, but he had to send her way from his life because he thought the girl's

stayed quiet, patiently waiting for me

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

flicker of amusement blinked in his eyes, but he didn’t

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

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

looked up at

would be hell scared now because she doesn't 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 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

guy. The guy must win her trust. At every moment, at every step, he needs to let her know

quiet after

his love life?" this time his gaze was burning my face trying to bore

if he is trying to find out and if he is ready to work on it,

and nodded at him. I wish I could

I think I have got my answers. Thank you so much.”

wishes. Her privacy. Her consent." I

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

assistant, "In the IT department, there is