Chapter 1738
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1738 Are They Really The Same Person
Ah, no. I canât do that. Joseph isnât in his right mind, and itâs 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 couldnât help the grief welling up within
me.
What exactly are you thinking about, Ashton? You shouldâve kept those villains in line if you wanted to
save Joseph. But then, why did you rush over if otherwise? Iâve 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.
âHmm? Why did he suddenly become so wily? Who did he learn it from?â 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. âCheer up. There are plenty of fishes in the sea, and youâre a modern
woman, so how could you be so crestfallen because of a man? Iâll go about your business with you
first, okay?â
Lowering my head, I chuckled bitterly before riposting her teasing despite my pain, âTons of women
would be ruined if you were a man since youâre such an expert in mollifying others!â
âThatâs great!â Emery took my arm with another step forward. As she walked out, she smugly declared,
âIâll start with you, then!â
Millieâs 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.
Donât tell me they didnât 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 womanâs soft voice drift out from within, asking, âWhoâs there?â
The rock that had been weighing on my chest finally lifted. Breathing a sigh of relief, I promptly inched
closer and replied, âAre you Savannah Sullivan? Iâm Scarlett Stovall. I suppose I can be considered
Josephâs superior. Do you mind opening the door?â
No sooner had my words fallen than the door opened from within, revealing a womanâs delicate face.
Savannah was wearing loose pajamas, and her hair was pulled back loosely in a ponytail with an
elastic 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.
Nonetheless, she still had a resemblance with Joseph that identified them as husband and wife at a
single glance.
It seemed as though she wasnât at all surprised by my appearance. She politely inclined her head with
a smile in greeting. âJoseph often speaks of you, saying that youâre very nice to him, Mrs. Fuller.â
If I were really all that nice to him, it would be the two of them standing at the door, greeting me right
now.
Flashing 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, âAre the children
asleep?â
Savannah wore a smile on her face. âYes. Theyâre tired from playing today, so they went to bed very
early.â
At that point, she belatedly opened the door all the way and stepped aside, warmly inviting us in. âLook
at my bad manners. I shouldâve invited you all into the house first. Please come in and have a seat,
Mrs. Fuller.â
Since my purpose was to make sure that they were safe in the first place, I didnât want to keep them up
late at night now that I had checked on them. Thus, I simply made up an excuse. âNo, itâs 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 thereâs anything I can help with.â
Savannah was a little more awake right then, and her smile turned even gentler. âYouâre too kind, Mrs.
Fuller. The high pay Mr. Fuller gives Joseph is enough for us to resolve all troubles and live a good life.
Weâre very thankful, so how would we dare trouble you further?â
Her voice, gaze, and even gestures were sincere, giving others a refreshing feeling. My mind couldnât
help drifting back to the womanâs panicked yet restrained voice in Josephâs 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?