After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 25

As always, Asher kept that icy mask firmly in place around Elara, never letting even the faintest hint of warmth slip through.

She knew all too well that his heart was as cold and unyielding as stone. Any brief glimpses of kindness were nothing but a charade.

Yet, despite knowing this, catching that rare moment of softness stirred something deep inside her-an unexpected and unwelcome flicker of satisfaction. "No." Elara muttered.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Asher's lips. "So, you're really not gonna make up with me, huh?"

Elara hesitated for a split second, then shot back with a smirk of her own, "What, you're broke again? You only pull this crap when you're running low on cash."

He met her gaze, completely unfazed, and replied slowly, "You're reading way too much into this. I just wanted to check in on you. But hey, whatever, I'm out."

He turned to leave, but after just a few steps, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Elara quickly called out for Ursa. When Ursa rushed over and spotted Asher sprawled out, she couldn't help but blurt, "Isn't that Mr. Blackwood? What happened to him? Elara rolled her eyes. "How should I know? He just collapsed like a fool!"

ta

Ursa, umbrella in hand, crouched down and pressed a hand to Asher's forehead. "Shit, he's burning up-probably got a fever. What should we do? Leave him here, or do we help him!"

Elara took a breath, then shrugged. "Fine, let's drag him inside and get a doctor."

"Should we put him in his old room?" Ursa asked, looking a little unsure.

"Hell no. Didn't Jefferson have a spare room somewhere? Stick him there for now," Elara replied dismissively.

Once, she'd gone all out to prepare a room just for him, decorating it to perfection. But now, with him in this sorry state, she figured that would be a waste. The driver's quarters seemed plenty good for him now, Ursa directed the staff to haul Asher into the servant's quarters and called in a doctor. After checking him out, they confirmed it was just a fever-nothing serious. They left him there to sleep it off.

stood by the window, watching the rain pour down outside. Fresh from her shower,

come.

buzzed with

I just

replied: [Got

yeah. Good night.] She typed before finally letting herself drift off, the sound of

to the mouthwatering smell of the lavish breakfast Ursa had whipped up for her. As

replied, "He was up before

"Seriously?" She figured he'd still

having it. Honestly, sometimes I can't figure

like

the chance, Ursa advised, "You know, Mr. Hawthorne seems like a much better catch. You really should keep your distance from Asher. She worried Elara might get mixed up with him again. Elara reassured her with a grin, "No need to worry! If

so infatuated, Ursa felt more at case. It seemed like the once impulsive young woman

noticed Asher was back, now in clean clothes, sitting in the classroom. When he saw her, he quickly averted his gaze, slipping back into his usual icy demeanor. Elara silently fumed, 'What an asshole. I saved

their way to a student council meeting, With concern, she

her a quick

of the world. Daphne tried to reassure him, but

and was anxious he might

off about Jefferson swiping his money last

her courage and said, "Asher... if you want to be with Elara.

gets on my nerves. I can't stand them having it all their way!" Daphne felt a wave of relief. "Glad to hear it. No matter what, Asher,

to escape Jefferson's schemes to scam the Kensington family. He wasn't about

all too well that Jefferson was a man without principles, and he couldn't let himself be

he left the

while after that, Asher was always seen

hand, didn't really care. She threw herself into her studies and spent her spare time checking out

it was the perfect time to invest