When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 711
Ashton and Armond’s attentions were both naturally drawn to the suddenmotion. Armond snuck a
nce at Ashton before asking me, “Are you okay?”
I nodded in response. “The water wasn’t that hot. I’ll go change my clothes ande back.”
“The private restroom in my office has a spare change of clothes,” he helpfully offered. “Feel free to use
those.”
I nodded in a daze and gestured for Linda to remain where she was. “I’m fine.”
I exited the conference room and made a beeline for Armond’s office. I had no other choice; I wouldn’t
be able to buy a new change of clothes in the shop now.
His private restroom was equipped with a bathroom, a bed, and other amenities. The minimalistic
interior perfectly reflected his cold personality.
Inside the closet, there were several suits and ties as well as neatly folded-up shirts. Just as he had
told me, there was one set of women’s clothing ced in the corner of the closet. The clothes looked
familiar to me, yet I couldn’t recall exactly where I’d seen them before.
I decided to take a cold shower before changing into the clothes. The clothes fitted perfectly. However,
the scalded skin stuck out like a sore thumb.
I paid no heed to it and rushed back to the conference room to resume the meeting.
When I got there, Linda was in the middle of presenting the project details and our concerns. After that,
a representative of the Fuller Corporation described the level of cooperation needed from us during the
implementation process.
As the person in charge, I was responsible for taking every detail and possible setback into
consideration. That included smoothing over any troubles that might arise during our coboration.
Having bothpanies’ objectives aligned, we proceeded to finalize the coboration. The person in
charge from bothpanies would have to be on-site to supervise the progress once the project
commenced.
After signing the contracts and exchanging handshakes and greetings with each other, Linda came to
me to ask, “You didn’t treat your burns?”
I shook my head. “I’ll do itter. There’s no ointment in here.”
“You’re a woman, Scarlett. You have to treat your skin better. It’ll be hard to remove any scars the
wounds might leave in the future.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Iughed lightly, hugging the contract documents to my chest. “Does this skirt
I’m wearing belong to you? It looked familiar to me.”
She scanned my appearance from head to toe. “Isn’t this the outfit you wore when you came back from
Venria?”
I blinked owlishly, realizing that Ashton and Armond were both staring at me from afar. Furrowing my
eyebrows, I nced down at my clothes again.
Something was amiss. Armond had never bought clothes for a girl before. Hence, when he had to buy
clothes for us in Western Europe, he chose four simr designs. Although they were simr, they were
each different and individual pieces.
I distinctly remembered what he’d bought for me; these were not those clothes. Amongst the four of us,
only Nora shared the same body shape and height as me.
Thus, these clothes had to be Nora’s. I couldn’t help but look over at Armond curiously. Why does he
have Nora’s clothes?
Feeling my gaze on him, he cleared his throat and dered loudly, “It’s noontime. Let’s have lunch
together.”
It seemed that things between him and Nora were progressing much more rapidly than we’d thought.
“Mr. Murphy has some interesting kinks,” Rachel giggled.
She’d said that on purpose for Ashton to hear.
Ashton’s face instantly darkened, turning his attention to me. I knew all too well just by his expression
that he was suppressing his anger.
As we exited the conference room, Linda leaned in and whispered confusedly, “What’s going on?”
“These are Nora’s clothes,” I sighed, exasperated.
She chuckled. “Those two are getting on a lot better than we’d expected. But I was actually asking
about you and Ashton. What happened? Nora told me that you and he are married to each other. Who
is that pretty youngdy by his side?”
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“It’s a long story, but we won’t be married anymore soon.” I shrugged. “After this project is over and
done with, I’ll go to J City with him to sign the divorce papers.”
Linda was rendered speechless by my sudden confession.
“Ah!” Rachel’s voice cried out from in front of us.
It seemed that she had tripped over something and was limping.
Several people turned around at the sound of her cries. “What happened?”
Rachel leaned against a wall, eyes watering pitifully as she said, “Sorry. I twisted my ankle yesterday,
so I can’t really walk well. Now it just hurt even more…”
Rolled her eyes at the sight, Linda muttered under her breath, “Does she expect someone to carry her
like a princess?”
“Didn’t she say that she’d twisted her ankle?” I nced at Linda, perplexed.
“She’s trying to take advantage of the fact that she can’t walk. Watch.”
Ashton’s eyebrows knitted together slightly, ordering Joseph, “Go help Ms. Zimmer up.”
Joseph nodded, holding Rachel up by one arm and assisting her in getting to the elevator, which was
already full.
“Mr. Campbell, you and Ms. Zimmer should use the VIP elevator instead,” Armond suggested.
Taken aback, Joseph nced over at Ashton, who offered no response. So, Joseph rejected Armond’s
suggestion with a polite smile.