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

I tried to clear up the awkward tension in the air by making some small talk. “Mr. Murphy, have you had your breakfast yet?”

I almost forgot that my current job entailed looking after his meals.

He left my question hanging as he turned and headed into his office.

I wondered what I should do. In the end, I went downstairs to get some pastries for him. When I returned to the office, Armond was gone.

I didn’t see Linda either. That was when I realized that there was a meeting this morning. I hurried to the conference room.

The person who was presenting his slides stopped talking when I entered the room. My embarrassment grew when I noticed that everyone in the room had turned to look at me.

Erm, awkward much!

I addressed my apology to everyone in the conference room. “Sorry for the interruption! And sorry I’m late for the meeting.”

Armond was seated at the front of the conference room. He shot me an intense gaze before motioning for the presenter to continue.

The meeting seemed to last for ages, and my hangover didn’t make things any better. When the meeting finally ended, I got up to leave and was stopped by Armond.

“Scarlett!”

I smiled

forget about the meeting today?” he

before shaking my head in an attempt to clear myself of the funk I’d been in since this morning. “Mr. Murphy, I’m

pursed his lips before continuing, “I don’t doubt your capabilities since you’ve been employed at both Fuller Corporation and White Corporation before. That’s why I hired you without going through an interview with HR. But this

nodded several times and

apparently in a bad mood. He walked

sighed, still feeling uneasy

me, “Mr. Murphy is always this serious when it comes to working. You’ll get used to it after a few

to look at her, surprised and touched by her kind words. “Thank

this phase as well. For us women, if we refuse to become housewives that are crippled without their husbands, we

She started to walk away but stopped after a few steps. She turned back to me and said, “Oh right, I have a tip for you. Mr. Murphy likes sweets, though he doesn’t eat them very often. You can carry some sweets with you. Who knows, it might cut

unexpected. Armond has

gastric problems, so he can’t skip his breakfast in the morning. It would be good if you have

me with her advice. It took me a moment to get over my surprise at the new things I’d learned about Armond today. I then headed back to the office and collected a stack of documents

at me. Cautiously, I said, “Mr. Murphy,

without looking at me. He continued reading the documents in his hand as I placed my stack on his desk. That was when I noticed that one of his hands was clutching

to mind as I realized he might be in pain from his gastric problems

sweets from my pocket and placed them on the desk. I said apologetically, “Mr. Murphy, I’m really sorry about what happened this morning. Please have a few