Asher’s POV
It has been three weeks since I stayed away from Isabella. Surprisingly, I’m doing better than I thought I would. I mean, she wanted me out of her life, and respecting her decision is the least I can do for her.
But I know this won’t last much longer.
I’ve held on long enough, and I need to see her again. She’ll probably refuse. She’s still mad at me about the whole Betty situation, and I can only hope that, after all this time apart, she can finally forgive me.
"Asher!"
Michael’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "The flowers have arrived… and don’t you think this is a little too much?"
My gaze swept across my office, now overflowing with bouquets. A small smile tugged at my lips as I stood up, adjusting my tie.
"Nothing is ever too much for Isabella," I said, smirki
