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

collect himself. The hotel staff began to fidget

best. When he noticed the depth of Ashton’s gaze on me, he cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s head into the hotel

was a hallucination, but I 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 of

made him stand out no matter where

is a reunion of sorts, but we are

that I barely managed to squeeze past them to press the

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

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

my embarrassing predicament would have blown over quickly. After all, it was understandable that

Ashton to stop in his tracks and approach me. He

to him. He had grown even more handsome

Retracting my hand from his grip,

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

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

eyes riveted on me

I not noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was

left to attend to other matters. Joseph looked at me and spluttered,

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

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