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

took a while for him to collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget

knew him best. When he noticed the depth of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his

could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due

standstill, he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the hotel, escorted by a swarm

that made him stand out no matter where he

reunion of sorts, but

barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that

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

up my thighs, spreading through my whole

blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that one would fall over in such a hectic

his tracks and

had been good to him. He had grown even more handsome in the past four

Retracting my hand from his grip, I gave him

tough exterior, I endured the pain in silence

into the elevator. “Mr. Fuller, this is 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

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

matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall,

Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why am I going over it with

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