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!"

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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.

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

come.

her phone buzzed with

just got out

[Got some

night.] She typed before finally letting herself

Elara woke up to the mouthwatering smell of the lavish breakfast Ursa had whipped

was up before dawn and took

eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Seriously?" She figured

you woke up, but he wasn't having it. Honestly, sometimes I can't figure out what's

acts like he's

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 he hadn't collapsed at my doorstep yesterday, I wouldn't have bothered I'm not looking to deal with a corpse

more at case. It seemed like the once

slipping back into his usual icy demeanor. Elara

caught up with Asher on their way to a student council meeting, With concern, she asked, "Feeling better

quick glance. "Yeah,

losing the game yesterday isn't the end of the world. Daphne tried

him with Elara the day before and was anxious

stayed silent, still pissed off

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

I'm not into Elara. It's just... seeing her with Lysander gets on my nerves. I can't stand them having

Jefferson's schemes

without principles, and he couldn't

as soon as he sobered up that morning, he left the Kensington place, determined to cut all ties

Asher was always seen with Daphne and barely crossed

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

the perfect time to invest