When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1738


    Chapter 1738 Are They Really The Same Person


    Ah, no. I can’t do that. Joseph isn’t in his right mind, and it’s dangerous for him to be alone out


    there. Despite my resentment, I could only grit my teeth and retract my hand, watching as Ashton


    strutted away.


    His back was no different from before, broad and solid. Yet, I couldn’t help the grief welling up within


    me.


    What exactly are you thinking about, Ashton? You should’ve kept those viins in line if you wanted to


    save Joseph. But then, why did you rush over if otherwise? I’ve got no choice but to admit that I really


    have no way of discerning the truth when he truly wants to hide his emotions.


    After all, someone who naively thought that love would never change could only remain passively in a


    checkmate forever.


    “Hmm? Why did he suddenly be so wily? Who did he learn it from?” Emery had no inkling of the


    changes in Ashton, so she assumed that they were having a fight.


    When she received no response from me, she stepped forward and nudged me gently. Then she threw


    me a wink in feigned frivolity. “Cheer up. There are plenty of fishes in the sea, and you’re a modern


    woman, so how could you be so crestfallen because of a man? I’ll go about your business with you


    first, okay?”


    Lowering my head, I chuckled bitterly before riposting her teasing despite my pain, “Tons of women


    would be ruined if you were a man since you’re such an expert in mollifying others!”


    “That’s great!” Emery took my arm with another step forward. As she walked out, she smugly dered,


    “I’ll start with you, then!”


    Millie’s driving was fast and steady. Adding to the fact that we missed the evening rush hour, the trip


    that would usually take half an hour was shortened to just twenty minutes.


    I waited anxiously after ringing the doorbell, but no one answered the door.


    Don’t tell me they didn’t even show a woman and kids any mercy?


    Unwilling to give up, I held my finger on the doorbell. The noise was so great that all the lights along the


    entire corridor lit up. Only then did a woman’s soft voice drift out from within, asking, “Who’s there?”


    The rock that had been weighing on my chest finally lifted. Breathing a sigh of relief, I promptly inched


    closer and replied, “Are you Savannah Sullivan? I’m Scarlett Stovall. I suppose I can be considered


    Joseph’s superior. Do you mind opening the door?”


    No sooner had my words fallen than the door opened from within, revealing a woman’s delicate face.


    Savannah was wearing loose pajamas, and her hair was pulled back loosely in a ponytail with an


    stic band, leaving long bangs falling down her forehead. She was tall yet slim, and her features were


    exquisite. On the whole, she was the type of person one would take a liking to at first sight. But


    perhaps because it was night, she looked rather pale.


    Nheless, she still had a resemnce with Joseph that identified them as husband and wife at a


    single nce.


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    It seemed as though she wasn’t at all surprised by my appearance. She politely inclined her head with


    a smile in greeting. “Joseph often speaks of you, saying that you’re very nice to him, Mrs. Fuller.”


    If I were really all that nice to him, it would be the two of them standing at the door, greeting me right


    now.


    shing her an awkward smile, I pretended as though I knew nothing about the incident that happened


    that afternoon. I cast my gaze beyond her and peered into the living room, inquiring, “Are the children


    asleep?”


    Savannah wore a smile on her face. “Yes. They’re tired from ying today, so they went to bed very


    early.”


    At that point, she btedly opened the door all the way and stepped aside, warmly inviting us in. “Look


    at my bad manners. I should’ve invited you all into the house first. Pleasee in and have a seat,


    Mrs. Fuller.”


    Since my purpose was to make sure that they were safe in the first ce, I didn’t want to keep them up


    late at night now that I had checked on them. Thus, I simply made up an excuse. “No, it’s okay. I just


    happened to be in the vicinity and remembered that Mr. Campbell has done a lot for the Fuller family,


    so I dropped by to see whether there’s anything I can help with.”


    Savannah was a little more awake right then, and her smile turned even gentler. “You’re too kind, Mrs.


    Fuller. The high pay Mr. Fuller gives Joseph is enough for us to resolve all troubles and live a good life.


    We’re very thankful, so how would we dare trouble you further?”


    Her voice, gaze, and even gestures were sincere, giving others a refreshing feeling. My mind couldn’t


    help drifting back to the woman’s panicked yet restrained voice in Joseph’s phone that afternoon. Are


    they really the same person? Putting it another way, can a housewife who has just experienced having


    men with malicious intentions barging into her house truly act as though nothing has happened in such


    a short time?