After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 5

A cheeky thought crossed her mind, and Elara couldn't resist teasing Lysander. "Why won't you look at me? Do I really look!

that bad?

Her grades were never anything impressive, but she'd always been considered quite the looker.

Growing up in a sheltered environment, she was practically untouched by sunlight, giving her that perfect, porcelain-doll complexion. If it wasn't for Asher and his bullshit, she wouldn't even be in that mess before.

Lysander finally looked her way, his voice calm. "That's not it. He seemed composed, but if one looked close enough, one could see the tips of his cars turning red.

Elara's lips curled into a smirk. I heard you're always top of the class. That true?"

Lysander shifted in his seat, feeling a little weird with how friendly she was being out of nowhere. "Uh... yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Know any good tutors you can recommend?" she asked.

She'd already decided not to rely on Asher anymore. She wasn't about to keep making the same mistakes-leaning on her dad and slacking off' in school.

Now that she had the time, she was set on pulling her grades up. And if Lysander knew someone, they had to be good.

"A tutor? I thought Asher was... Lysander trailed off. He'd heard she had a classmate tutor her, which was why Asher had spent so much time at her house.

"I let him go, she said flatly. Asher hadn't just looked down on her, he had zero patience when it came to tutoring. It was a waste of money.

Lysander raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. He studied her face, realizing she wasn't joking. To hide his unease, he took a sip of his drink before responding. "I never used a tutor. I've always studied on my own. But... if you're cool with it, I could stop by every day and help you out."

He wasn't expecting her to take him seriously. She barely even acknowledged him before tonight, and this dinner invite was already unexpected enough.

Elara's face lit up with genuine surprise. "Really?"

Lysander nodded quickly, caught off guard by how happy she looked. "Yeah, if it works for you, I'm available whenever."

him a warm smile. Td really appreciate that, but are you sure

worry about it. It won't be

high school curriculum and had a guaranteed spot

her eyes lighting up. "Just... don't think I'm dumb, okay? My grades suck. She sighed, thinking back

total asshole when it came to teaching her. If she didn't get something right away, he'd lose his temper. Her

voice softened, reassuring. "I don't think that at all. I'll come by

her fork and serve him some food. "Come

was already in a foul mood-he'd just found out his father had been fired and had gutten an

eating, with the dishes already

Chapter 5

glance

ask about Jefferson, but seeing I ysander sitting there, his irritation only grew. "What

keep him happy Whenever Lysander came around, she'd send him away. But

her cutlery and met his glare. "He's my guest.

"What? You invite him just to get under

beating him in competitions. So Asher thought there was no

her voice steady. "You're overthinking it. Asher.

thought the world revolved around Asher, but now all she felt was disgust. Liking someone like him would only drag her down

you think hanging around other guys is gonna make me jealous, Elara, you're fucking clueless, Seeing you. with someone else? Shit, that's a relief-I won't have to deal with your bullshit anymore. With that, he stormed upstairs slamming

him.

there, momentarily speechless, caught off guard

shift slightly. Feeling awkward, she quickly added, "Don't listen to his crap. 'He's really pissed

vague "sure

she walked him to the door. "Take care on your

he replied with a short nod and left without

back inside, she found Asher had come back downstairs,

furious with him, she couldn't deny that his face was still annoyingly handsome, with that effortless charm that had drawn her in once

wasn't playing around. His tone was serious as he asked, "Why did

they were alone to ask, not wanting anyone else to know he was just the driver's son, especially not Lysander.

do it. It wasn't his fault. If you're pissed off, take it out