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.

frowned, loathing

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

cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. “Mr. Fuller, let’s head into the hotel to

hallucination, but I could sense his body quivering ever

he tore his eyes away from me and wordlessly entered the

aura that made him stand

but

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

attention to where I was going and tripped on

a thud, and the pain shot up my thighs, spreading through my whole

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

stop in his tracks and approach me. He pulled me to my

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

Retracting my hand from his grip,

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

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 approach her

riveted on me as he replied

believed his calm facade had I not noticed the tremble in his hand, which was shoved in his pocket. The movement was so imperceptible that it almost

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

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

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