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

A rhythmic clacking of heels rang in the hallway. I lifted my head and noticed that it was Rachel. She was carrying some documents. After noticing the food in my hands, she asked, “Are you sending lunch to Mr. Fuller?”

I nodded. There was no common topic for us to talk about, and I did not try to stretch our conversation. After a brief pause, the woman looked at me and said, “I guess you should be quite busy lately.”

Oh, so she has something to say to me.

As expected, she continued, “I know you’re busy, but don’t neglect your family. Some things can really sneak their way in when you’re not paying attention.

Surprisingly, I was not as vexed as I thought I would be at her remarks. I merely replied, “I think you can be more outright with what you’re trying to say. There’s no need to beat around the bush.”

She shrugged and said nonchalantly, “I’m not trying to beat around the bush, actually. It’s just some words going around, maybe I’m overthinking this.

“Hmm, I really have a lot of work to do. I’d better get going then, talk later,” she said as she trotted away with documents in her hands.

I pursed my lips as I watched her silhouette walking away. Damn it, this is really starting to get on my nerve.

I reached the entrance of Ashton’s office, and his door was ajar. I stood at the door with the food clutched in my hand and hesitated for a moment before deciding to just go inside.

However, a voice rang just when I was about to push the door in. “Mr. Fuller, since you’re already done with these documents, I’ll send them downstairs.” It was Stella Collins.

Ashton’s voice

rush to head in. Instead, I played with my phone

headed out with a pile of documents in her hands.

her a thin smile. “It’s been some time. I didn’t want to interrupt

since a lot is going on in the company, and he might not have time to accompany

I mumbled a

came out of his office. His furrowed brows eased a little, and his impassive face lit up with a warm smile at the sight of me. “What

Stella, I said, “I heard the girls over at the Publicity Department saying that you would bring Mr. Fuller dessert every day. I have a sweet tooth too. Am I

lunch just now. He’s always had some trouble with his stomach, and I was worried about him getting gastric. What do you think if I bring you some

at the woman and nodded. “Thanks for the trouble then,

and had already removed the packaging of the food that I brought over. Noticing that Stella kept talking to me, he furrowed his brows and ordered

woman nodded and took the

watched her leave, I could not help

her. Frowning, he

at him, my annoyance with what happened back in the elevator just now dissipated into

nodded. “The project is quite demanding. He wouldn’t be