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.

again? What if I tell Justin

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

books quite tiredly and stood up from my seat. The girls

wanted to get out of there, but I just wanted

shoulders, I came out of the class and halted

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

with the principal and students were talking to him, telling him God

lump and felt his gaze on me. Ignoring

Justin's pov

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

was taking the rounds came and stood beside me. He started talking about the budget approvals. I was thinking of ways to

something or another. However, the

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

Just like that.

me.” I politely 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

'Yeah. I couldn't find her so thought to ask you." 'What? What is it? Is it something serious?” She asked me worriedly, "If

was not receiving my call. I kept wondering if I

Deluca," I was walking to my office when I heard Mr. Christopher Vincent's voice. The head of our psychology department, "I have an appointment with you." He reminded me with a

a short man in

down and we started discussing the annual reports when out of nowhere

and looked up, "Can I get some advice from you on

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

Mr. Deluca." "It's about a friend of mine. He was involved with a girl and had to send her away for some reason." I rolled my lips between my teeth to come

his glasses and leaned back in his

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

quiet, patiently waiting for

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

his eyes, but

how to do it to

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

at him in

And now she is insecure." "But the guy was equally hurt."

make choices on behalf of other people, Mr. Deluca. No matter what you say, she doesn't have faith in 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

quiet

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

he is ready to work on it, then that's a big step. This means he is concerned for this relationship and for this

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

got my answers. Thank you so much.” I said

Her consent." I already respected Ashley's consent, but I think I never

The hilarious situation did bring a smile to my face. But now looking from her point of view it

IT department, there is a Gerald guy. Can I have his