Isabella’s POV
“Asher!” I called, my eyes wide with panic. He couldn’t get the wrong idea right?.
He stormed toward us, eyes locked on Zachary, and without warning, slammed a fist into his jaw. I flinched as the sound of the impact echoed through the room.
“What the f**k are you doing in my house?” he growled, voice laced with rage.
Zachary let out a harsh laugh, rubbing his jaw with zero concern. “Your punches are getting weak,” he taunted, clearly trying to provoke him.
Before Asher could lunge at him again, I threw myself between them, heart racing.
“Asher, please—trust me. It’s not what it looks like,” I said quickly, hands up as if that could keep him grounded. “Zach’s here because he’s worried about you.”
Asher’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.
“Really, Bella? He cares
