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When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel Chapter 821

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In between running around after Ashton’s needs and my own duties, I felt worn out pretty quickly.

As I emerged from his office after helping him dispatch documents, Leedon approached me with a bottle of water. “Looks like Mr. Fuller is here to keep an eye on his wife!”

“You’ve misunderstood, Leedon,” I said hurriedly as I blushed. “He hurt his hand yesterday and it’s inconvenient for him to do many things, that is why he’s here today.”

“I don’t think so,” he said with a wink. “Or he wouldn’t call you away when Mr. White started a conversation with you!”

I was taken aback for a moment and joined in the laughter as well.

Leedon was right, though. Whenever Marcus started speaking to me, Ashton would interrupt with a call and I would have to attend to him, leaving Marcus in mid-sentence.

 

“It’s going to be a long day of work for you,” Leedon teased.

Well, I’d say!

 

As we conversed, Marcus distributed a bag of fruits amongst the employees. “Scarlett,” he said as he approached me. “My assistant had brought over some fruits. Take a break and have some!”

Before I could reply, my phone rang shrilly.

Leedon failed to stifle his laughter. “Ms. Stovall, looks like you’re wanted.” He helped himself to an apple.

I sighed. True enough, it was Ashton who called.

“I want some water,” came Ashton’s low voice on the other end.

I smacked my forehead in exasperation. “Didn’t I leave a glass on your table?”

“I’ve finished it!”

“Alright, I’m coming.”

I hung up and looked at Marcus. “I’m so sorry, I have something to attend to.”

Without waiting for his reply, I turned to head to the office.

Ashton leaned back lazily in his chair with his earpiece; his meeting was still ongoing. I glimpsed at the untouched glass of water on his desk.

I was speechless with indignation. “You haven’t touched it! Why did you summon me for?”

He’s like a child.

Ashton glanced up at me. “Joseph poured me a glass after I called you,” he lied shamelessly. “He’d brought some cakes too. Why don’t you cut me a slice?”

“Why couldn’t he prepare everything for you before leaving?” I grimaced.

“He’s busy!” Ashton said and resumed his meeting.

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