Chapter 45
Ashton’s POV
After Alex left for Moana's room, father's voice broke the silence.
“Ashton! To the study. Now.”
I exhaled sharply, straightening my shoulders as I followed him wordlessly.
When we entered the study, the door clicked shut behind me, and the room felt smaller, the air heavier. My father was already there, standing behind the massive desk. His expression was unreadable at first, but I could sense the storm under the surface, the temper barely restrained.
“Why were you fighting with Alex?”
I blinked. Fighting? That wasn’t fighting. That was… asserting myself, trying to see Moana, trying to protect her. But how could I explain that in a way that mattered here? And more importantly, why should I have to explain it?
“I… I didn’t see a reason,” I muttered. There
