Vivian’s pov ;
I turned around, expecting nothing but silence, only to see Asher walking toward me.
Seriously? I rolled my eyes, the frustration from my run-in with Sophie still boiling inside me.
He stopped just in front of me, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “What’s that face for?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb.” I folded my arms, glaring up at him. “Is this why you brought me here? So I could be insulted by your sister?”
His smile only deepened, and there was a hint of pride in his gaze as he shrugged. “I heard what happened between you and Sophie. I have to say…I’m glad you showed her her place. That’s the wife I was hoping for.”
I blinked, thrown off by his words. “Sometimes, I don’t understand a single thing you’re talking about,” I muttered, half to myself.
He chuckled,
