CHAPTER 92
Eloise
Tæpping my hand insistently on the wooden table, I stared at the two people over the room who were huddled and bent over together, whispering and joking around.
“Jeez, if you stared at them any harder, they're likely to burst into flames.” Maggie teased, coming up behind me.
“It's just… I can't wrap my head around it, around them.” I clarified.
Maggie snorted indelicately. “Which part is hard for you to believe? That Asher Stanley, one of London's most notorious playboys and billionaires, managed to get hitched?”
“That's too but they just… there's something wrong with their relationship.” I hummed, twirling my hair around.
“Or maybe you think that because you're partially in love with him or still want him.”
I cut a look her way. “You know as well as I do that Ash
