Chapter 1739 A Weight Lifted Off
I had no answer to that. While my brows uncontrollably knitted together, I knew deep within that it was a good thing Joseph’s wife was even more resilient than I expected, no matter the reason.
Flashing her a gratified gaze in return, I stepped forward and hugged her. “Men are always so ambitious that they leave us waiting. How selfish of them! But everything will be fine. After this busy period, I’ll give Joseph a long holiday so that he can spend more time with you and the children.”
I patted her on her delicate back though I myself was uncertain whether I was consoling her or myself.
Savannah probably never expected someone she was meeting for the first time to act so intimately, for she reflexively stiffened. When she had ascertained that I had no malicious intentions, she again relaxed.
A hug was undoubtedly an incredible thing, for I felt much more at peace after smelling the faint scent of shampoo wafting off her.
Just when I was about to drop my hands, she hugged me back in return, reaching out to pat me on the back stiffly. “Well, there’s no end to doing business. I appreciate your kindness, but there’s no choice sometimes, Mrs. Fuller. His sense of responsibility is also his charm. I love him, so I naturally love everything about him. Don’t worry. I won’t drag him down, Mrs. Fuller. He said that he’d make it up to me. Thus, I’ll continue to trust in him and wait. I’ll take good care of this family and myself on his behalf.”
After she had finished speaking, they dropped their hands from each other in unison.
With my eyes narrowed a fraction, I questioned tentatively, “Are you not worried?”
Hearing that, Savannah burst into laughter as though I had cracked a hilarious joke. “Why should I be worried?” she asked me in return.
Pausing for a moment, she continued, “I know the kind of person Joseph is, and I believe in him. Most importantly, I believe in my judgment. I wouldn’t have chosen the wrong person.”
She’s right. What is there to be worried about? And what uncertainties are there? Ashton is a man I chose myself, so how could someone else know him better than I do?
“I should have come and visited you earlier.” Enlightenment swept across me, banishing the uncertainties and doubts I had toward Ashton.
Ten years of loving each other are more than enough to defy human’s innate apprehension. Ashton and Joseph are at the same hurdle in life. Maybe he needs a longer time to resolve the problem, but I must let him know that I’ll be there no matter when he comes back.
“Not at all. It’s neither early nor late. Everything is destined, so it’s just the right time.” Savannah wore a tender expression as though every problem would be resolved.
Pursing my lips, I nodded. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with her, I whirled around and entered the elevator with Emery.
Savannah saw me off from her door, her countenance only disappearing from my line of sight when the elevator doors closed.
As the elevator descended, I felt as though a weight was lifted off me as something within me received an attestation.
It was already one o’clock in the morning when I returned home. In order to stop dwelling upon things too much, I decided to sleep the moment my head hit the pillow. But when I walked past the corridor, I noticed that the light in the study was lit.
Could it be that Ashton came back?
I entered the study with questions lingering in my mind. Pushing open the door and sweeping a gaze around, I spotted Shaun in the room.
He was sitting in front of Ashton’s computer, and I almost didn’t see his petite body because of the angle.
When he heard the door opening, he immediately got down from the chair. Standing at the side, he greeted deferentially, “Mrs. Fuller.”
Joseph previously found out that Nora had contact with him. Now that we’re in a weak position, it’s indeed the best time to steal information so as to curry favor with her. Everyone makes their own choices, so it doesn’t really matter. A child who has been drifting about merely wants someone he can depend on for eternity.
“Why are you still not in bed at this hour?” I didn’t ask about his motive directly. As I spoke, I walked over to the desk and picked up the open document on it, scanning it casually.
It was Fuller Corporation’s list of projects in recent years. It was publicly available, so it was no big secret.
“I’m not sleepy yet. The faster I learn to do business, the sooner I can help Mr. Fuller out. Then Summer won’t be sad that she can’t see him every day.”
