When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Joseph frowned. “Why? They’re clearly here to cause trouble.”

“They look hungry and pitiful… especially the child. Please do as I said.”

“Alright.” He didn’t sound convinced, but nodded and went off anyway.

Entering Ashton’s office, I spotted him reading a document. I placed the lunchbox that I brought right in front of him on his desk. Snatching the pen and document in his hands away, I chided, “I know you’re a workaholic, but you’ve just burnt the midnight oil. At least eat some breakfast and then take a nap on the bed.” I was acting angrier than I truly felt.

The faint hints of a smile grew on his face as he pulled me to sit in his lap. “Why are you here so early in the morning?” He sighed deeply and buried his face in my hair. “Did you not sleep last night?”

The sight of his stubble starting to poke out of his chin pulled at my heartstrings. “Enough about me; have you seen what you look like? That’s it, no more chit-chat. Eat your breakfast and then take a nap!”

I climbed off of his legs and opened up the lunchbox for him.

Surprisingly, he obediently ate the food in silence, and then insisted on having me sleep beside him. I was unwilling at first, but he looked so serious when he said, “I can’t sleep without you.”

I had no choice but to lay down in his embrace and closed

I heard the sounds of his even breathing. He

tiptoed out of bed and left the private restroom. The first thing I saw once I was back

me, he quickly asked, “Mrs. Fuller, is Mr. Fuller currently taking a

nodded. “Did

as he explained, “The situation with Sasha’s family is getting worse. They’ve rounded up a large number of distant relatives and are continuing to be a disturbance. The lobby is a complete mess,

relationship with her

her four-year-old daughter. Sasha was a single mother who had gotten pregnant when she was a university student. No one knows who the child’s father is. Both of Sasha’s parents were local laborers and had now retired. They’re not very poor, but Sasha has an older brother with a gambling addiction who

so desperate for money after her death. After all, her entire family had been dependent on her income solely and had already been living a frugal life before this. Now that she had suddenly passed away in a freak accident, it was

for a long while, I told Joseph, “You haven’t slept at all, have you? Go and take a rest in

I’m fine…” he

consistent employee of Fuller Corporation, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know anything,” I insisted. “Besides, the issue downstairs is just a civil dispute and not something that requires special knowledge. I can handle it myself.

the call, I heard what sounded like his wife

that. Turning to me, he stressed, “I’ll leave things in your hands, Mrs. Fuller. I have an emergency at home, but I’ll come back as soon as