Asher’s pov ;
I felt my chest tighten as her words echoed in my mind:
"I don’t mind.”
She had said it so simply, without a hint of hesitation.
And the worst part? She hadn’t even looked back at me when she’d excused herself and walked away. There was no lingering glance, no sign that she cared at all.
A strange, bitter taste settled in my mouth when I watched her disappear up the stairs. I didn’t understand it, but somehow, her indifference struck me more deeply than I wanted to admit.
She doesn’t mind, I repeated to myself, over and over, as if by repeating it, I’d strip it of the power it had over me.
But it didn’t work. I couldn’t shake the hollow ache in my chest, the dull throb that pulsed with each beat of my heart. Why should I care?
Why did I care? She was here to serv
