After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 212

Crispin stood to the side and said to Adair. "Oh, go ahead and pretend. Everyone knows you competed abroad."

"You know about that?" Adair replied, smirking. "Keeping tabs on me, huh, my dear ex-fiancé?"

"Please," Crispin said with a chuckle. "I'm a single guy. I don't need you tarnishing my reputation by dragging me into your mess."

"You..." Adair glanced at Elara, then turned back to Crispin. "Go ahead and keep running your mouth. Let's see if you're still so smug when she loses." Clearly, Crispin had pushed her buttons, and Adair was genuinely annoyed now. She turned to Elara. "If you admit defeat now, I might let you off easy." Elara smiled lightly. "Admit defeat before we even start? It's just a game. Losing doesn't bother me."

"Alright, let's see how tough you talk after this," Adair said as she stepped up to take her shot.

With a smooth motion, she made an impressive play. The ball sank perfectly into the pocket. She let out an excited squeal and immediately turned to Asher. "Well? How was that? Impressive, right?" But Asher wasn't even looking at Adair. His eyes were fixed on Elara. When he finally heard Adair's question, he gave her a distracted glance and muttered, "Yeah. Impressive."

Adair noticed his wandering gaze and felt frustrated. She was someone who hated losing. The harder it was to win someone over, the more determined she became.

The more Asher focused on Elara, the more Adair wanted to make him fall head over heels for her so completely that he couldn't possibly resist.

When it was Elara's turn, she stepped up and took her shot. Her form was graceful, and the ball went in cleanly. Adair frowned. "Have you practiced?"

After all, Adair was a professional. Though she hadn't played as much in the past two years, her skills hadn't diminished that much.

Elara smiled and replied, "I only know a little. My husband taught me."

"Lysander?" Adair asked.

"Yeah." Elara nodded.

Standing nearby, Asher noticed the happiness in Elara's eyes the moment she mentioned Lysander.

Whenever Elara looked at Asher, she was cold and indifferent. But the second she brought up Lysander, her gaze was full of warmth and affection. That realization left Asher feeling irritated. "Forget it. You guys keep playing. I'm going out for a smoke," Asher said abruptly, then walked away.

him leave. With Asher gone, there was no one she was supposed to impress. She handed her cue

losing?" Crispin quipped, finding her retreat

noticed how Crispin's every word seemed aimed at provoking Adair. Smiling, she asked, "Do you dislike her that

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reject me. How could I not

with feelings. It was a matter

chuckled. "I didn't expect

just my dad's idea. Bu looking at it now, it's not worth it. There's no way I'd want

with Crispin and Juan, Elara left

and Crispin seem pretty close. Does Lysander know about that?" Elara raised an eyebrow, surprised by his question. "What does that have

better family than I do, and now you've married him. I get that you think he's important, but

second-generation rich kid tagging along with Lysander, waiting to live

replied, "Is your mind so tangled up with work that you've lost your sense? "Asher, since when did you start managing my

out for you on Mr. Kensington's behalf,"

are you even worth?" Elara couldn't

realized that the more he ignored her, the farther she seemed to slip away from him. "You've got your place in Lysander's life, and I've accepted that," he said, his tone

no right to manage my business.

Asher before, but now here he

him out every time she saw him, and now, he was still haunting her. He was indeed

leave, and Asher blocked

Asher again? Don't you have any shame? Don't you have enough men at home that you're going after

you didn't leash properly. He came to me, not the

and he looked at Adair. "What nonsense are you

gaze sharp. "Asher, you've already introduced me to your parents, and now you're over here pining after her. Who are

agree with her assessment, but seeing an opportunity to clarify his position with Elara, he

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