Asher’s POV
Why is Isabella staring at me like that?
My heart dropped when I saw Betty standing beside her. My stomach twisted. Did she tell Isabella that we had s*x?
Oh no. This is bad.
Isabella held my gaze for a long, tense moment before turning and walking out of the party without a word.
Panic shot through me. I couldn’t let her leave like this. Without thinking, I moved to follow her.
"Where are you going, Asher?" Michael stepped in front of me, frowning.
"I’ll be right back, okay?" I muttered, brushing past him before he could stop me.
The second I got outside, I scanned the area frantically.
"Did you see a woman come out here?" I asked a butler nearby.
He looked confused. "There are a lot of women out here, sir. Who exactly—"
Before he could finish, I spotted her.
"Isab
