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 uneasily, suspecting that they had

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

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

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

him stand out no matter where

sighed. This is a reunion of sorts, but we are nothing more than strangers. The bitter irony was

managed to squeeze past them to press the elevator button—a feat that would have been impossible had it not

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

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

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

tracks and

He had grown even more handsome in the

footing. Retracting my hand from his grip, I

exterior, I endured the pain in

is in charge of reception at the hotel and will be arranging your itinerary for the

on me as he replied

movement was so

at me and spluttered, “Mrs. Fu— Ms. Stovall, you can go over Mr.

normal circumstances, shouldn’t I be arranging Ashton’s schedule with Joseph? So why am I going

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