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.

loathing the

staff began to

me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s head into the hotel to get

his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due to excitement or

me and wordlessly

that made him stand out no matter

sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony

was so thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator

and tripped on someone’s feet. I lost my

a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole body. A hiss

all, it was understandable that one would fall over

expected Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to

him. He had grown even more handsome in the past four years. “Are you

head and found my footing. Retracting my hand from his grip,

I endured the pain in silence

Ms. Stovall, otherwise known as Scarlett. She is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be

eyes riveted on me as he replied impassively,

movement was so imperceptible that it almost escaped my notice, but it was hard to miss when I

card to the room and left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you

my lips. Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why am I going over it with Ashton

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