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

Chapter 420

I walked toward the car and bent down to open the door.

However, I was interrupted before my hand made contact with the cool metal.

“Please, allow me!”

The man’s low, clear voice was familiar to me.

I reflexively lifted my eyes. A wave of astonishment washed over me as recognition clicked in my head. I realized in a split second that the developer in question was none other than Ashton.

Joseph appeared to be taken aback too. He flinched when he met my gaze before withdrawing his hand. He backed away and gestured toward the car. “Please.”

I went rigid. It would be a lie to say that I was unruffled, but the shock only lasted for a brief moment.

I quickly regained my composure and opened the car door with deference.

A pair of polished leather shoes appeared, followed by the man’s slender physique. He stood tall, his gaze shrewd but indifferent.

He glared frostily at Joseph, his imposing voice brimming with displeasure as he spoke, “Joseph, you…” He faltered midsentence. His hands, which were straightening his suit moments ago, froze in midair as if someone had cast a spell on him.

His sudden silence garnered the attention of everyone present, and they peered over with curiosity.

frowned, loathing the

took a while for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget uneasily, suspecting that they had butchered

noticed the depth of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his throat

his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was

standstill, he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the

made him stand out no matter where he

watched his broad back and sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was not

past them to press the elevator button—a feat that

was going and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost

and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole

over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one

tracks and approach me. He pulled me to my feet without

to him. He had grown even

hand from his grip, I gave him a faint smile. “I’m

a tough exterior, I endured the pain in silence as I staggered

Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the next few days. Please feel

me as he replied

noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was hard to miss when I

and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can go

 Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with

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