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

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 unsolicited

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

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

hallucination, but I could sense his body quivering ever so slightly—whether it was due

tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the

a unique aura that made him stand out no matter

sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was not lost on

of people that surrounded him was so thick that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have been impossible had it not been my status

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

knees hit the ground with a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole body.

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

tracks and approach me. He

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

footing. Retracting my hand from his grip, I gave him a

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

introduced me to Ashton once we stepped 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 arranging your itinerary for the next few days. Please feel free to

on me as he replied impassively,

which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost

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

schedule with