The Faked Death and the Real Betrayal Chapter 2

Once I was out of the room, I couldn't hold it in anymore and crouched on the floor.

Waves of pain radiated from my stomach, draining me of the strength to even make it to the restroom.

Until a shadow fell over me.

A familiar voice sounded above me:

"What, feeling heartbroken? Hoping to rekindle that old flame?"

I looked up to see Asher leaning against the doorframe a short distance away, arms crossed, looking at me with a cool expression.

He was dressed entirely in black. He had a high, straight nose bridge, and his eyes were hidden in the dim light, making his emotions impossible to read.

Under the lights, the lines of his thin lips were beautiful and sharp.

In that instant, a surge of grievance from being falsely accused swelled in my heart.

My tears, completely betraying me, started falling uncontrollably.

Asher panicked instantly. He dropped his arms and hurried over to me.

"Don't cry. I won't say it again."

He had a great build and was very strong.

He scooped me up from the floor with one arm.

The scent of cedar drifted into my nose, stirring my heartstrings.

I naturally wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered:

"My stomach hurts..."

Asher paused for a second: "Did it come early?"

I nodded, my lips accidentally brushing against his chin, and rested my head on his broad shoulder.

Asher carried me to his car, turned on the heat, and said:

"Wait for me in the car. I'm going to buy you some things."

With that, he closed the door and turned to leave.

The dim yellow light from the streetlamps spilled over him, outlining his tall, straight back.

Not long after, a video call notification popped up.

It was Asher.

"They're out of the brand you usually use. Do any of these look okay?"

I was just about to pick one when a familiar, surprised voice rang out from the video feed.

Arthur, his arm around the young girl's waist, walked into the convenience store. He looked Asher up and down and said in astonishment:

"I asked you to come drinking tonight, and you said no. Turns out you're here buying stuff for a woman!

"Are you on a video call with her? Let me see! Who on earth managed to get our aloof Mr. Sterling to open up?"

Saying that, Arthur reached out, trying to snatch Asher's phone.

I instinctively moved my face away from the camera.

But Arthur never touched the phone.

Asher just gave him a flat, cold look, and Arthur immediately pulled his hand back.

"Alright, alright. I see you're guarding your treasure closely. Remember to bring her out to meet us next time!

"Oh, by the way, Asher, I ran into Chloe. She walked into the wrong private room and caught me kissing another woman. It scared the hell out of me. Thank God the other guys thought fast and told her I had amnesia. I'll play around a bit more, and then my memory will 'magically' return.

"Of course, you really helped me out big time, bro. When I realized I hadn't had my fun yet, your idea to fake my death was an absolute lifesaver."

The video feed shook, and the next second, the screen showed the call had ended.