Chapter 204
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
I raised my hand and glanced at Rebecca, who was clad in branded goods from head to toe. Averting
my gaze, I calmly said, âI called you, but Ms. Larson said that youâre in a meeting.â
He frowned. The veins in his temples throbbed as he looked at Rebecca. âInteresting.â
Noticing that he was furious, Rebeccaâs face paled. âIâm sorry, Ash. I didnât touch your phone on
purpose. As it kept ringing a few times, I picked up the call, thinking that itâs about something urgent. I
didnât expect it to be from Scarlett!â
After hearing her words, I raised my eyebrows and remarked thoughtfully, âI only called once before the
call went through.â Smiling coldly at Ashton, I said, âLooks like you normally receive a lot of calls.â
Ashton frowned. âDonât be so sarcastic!â Then, he glanced at Rebecca and said coldly, âItâs getting late.
Iâll let Joe send you back.â
An unpleasant look crossed her face. She looked at me and protested unhappily, âAsh, my Dad wants
you to send me home.â
Ashton frowned. âSince when did I become your chauffeur?â
Rebecca paled and was rendered speechless.
Feeling aggrieved, her eyes reddened. âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â
âBut thatâs how I understood it.â Ashton was becoming more skilled at rebuking others.
If I were Rebecca, I would have felt utterly defeated by now.
Rebecca clasped her hands so tightly that her fingernails dug into her flesh. With tears brimming in her
eyes, she said, âIâll visit you tomorrow.â
When she left, she kept turning around to look at Ashton.
Propping my chin up with a hand, I could not help but comment, âThe receptionist said that your fiancée
visits you every day. Looks like she isnât lying. Should I go home and prepare to welcome your
fiancée?â
He frowned. âFiancée?â
âYeah!â As my arm felt a bit sore, I stretched it toward him. While he instinctively massaged it, I
continued, âShe visits you so frequently and is even pregnant. Who can she possibly be if not for your
fiancée?â
With a grim expression, he raised his eyebrows and looked at me. âYou believed that?â
âItâs not up to me whether I believed it or not!â As I was not in the mood to argue with him, I remained
calm.
He whipped out his phone and made a call. As I was near him, I could clearly hear the person speaking
on the phone.
It was Joseph. âYes, Mr. Fuller?â
âChange the receptionist on the ground floor. Sheâs barred from working here forever.â Then, he
continued, âWithout my permission, donât let any irrelevant personnel in.â
Joseph was a bit confused. âWho are you referring to, Mr. Fuller?â
âRebecca!â
With that, Ashton was about to end the call when Joseph quickly protested, âShe came with Mr. Quinn.
Iâm not in the position to intervene!â
Ashton frowned. âFind a solution, then.â
He hung up immediately after. Glancing at me, he asked, âHowâs that?â
I nodded in approval. âSimple and straightforward!â
He frowned. âSo, are you satisfied?â
Pouting, I rebuked, âWhatâs your business got to do with me?â
As I could not be bothered to argue with him, I passed the pastries I brought to him. âMrs. Eriksen said
that if you knew that I baked these pastries, youâd definitely enjoy them.â
Taking the box from my hands, he glanced at it then back at me. âDid you really bake them?â
âI helped out!â As Mrs. Eriksen and Molly baked them too, I did not deserve full credit.
Chuckling, he commented, âAlthough they look quite ugly, they probably taste quite good.â
Ugly?
I was rendered speechless.
It was already evening, so the workday had already ended. Mrs. Eriksen called, saying that she would
return first and that I should go home with Ashton.
Knowing that she was deliberately trying to make me spend more time with Ashton, I agreed without
saying anything else.
Ashton was not particularly fond of pastries, so he merely took a few bites. Not commenting on it, I
leaned against the couch and used my phone.
However, he snatched my phone away. âStop using your phone so regularly. Itâs bad for your eyes.â
âThen, do I look at you instead?â I was extremely bored. Furthermore, as I was quite upset by what
happened downstairs, I felt an urge to rebuke Ashton whenever he spoke.
He laughed and offered generously, âSure, you can look at me to your heartâs content!â
Completely uninterested in his offer, I rolled my eyes. âYou should ask Rebecca to do it instead. Iâm not
interested!â
âAre you still angry?â He pulled me into his arms as he said exasperatedly, âRumors spread easily in a
company as large as this. Itâs inevitable for some people to deliberately stir up trouble. Whatâs the use
of being bothered by it?â
I said sarcastically, âSo you knew about it right from the start, but you just idly stood by? If I hadnât
visited today, would you have been enjoying this a lot? Your wife and your mistress are both pregnant.
Once we both give birth, you might be blessed with a son and a daughter! How perfect!â
Hearing the sarcasm in my words, he massaged his temples. âYou have such a wild imagination. Why
canât you think about other issues instead?â
I scoffed, âLike what? Should I think about your passionate relationship with Rebecca and how the both
of you are sleeping with each other behind my back?â
He frowned, feeling frustrated. âI keep saying that thereâs nothing between both of us, so why do you
keep harping on it? Are you never going to get over it?â