Asher smirked and moved towards me while I arched my brows.
“Why do you think I would accept your conditions?”
Asher slipped his hand in the pocket and leaned against the wall.
“I hate when others try to get the upper hand,” Asher curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders.
I chuckled and tried to step down however he came and glared at me. “Keep your points while sitting only. No need to roam anywhere. Uncle Sam strictly prohibited you to strain yourself.”
I blinked my lashes as his anger-filled gaze sent goosebumps in my spine.
“Tell me what you want to say. I am all ears.”
Asher moved away from me and sat at the stool.
“Because you need me. You can't find someone else in a short period. So Mr. Patrick, if you want to marry me, accept my conditions.”
I composed myself and bit my
