Just as we reached an impasse, a flash of lightning split the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Asher turned to the window, worry etched on his face.
"I left Dorothy behind to find you," he said, frustration lacing his voice. "She’s terrified of thunder. Don’t be so ungrateful."
His patience was wearing thin as he yanked me toward the door.
As we moved through the hotel lobby, curious onlookers pointed and recorded us, eager to share the spectacle online.
Breaking news: The president of Reed Enterprises is about to get married—and he’s caught entangled with his mistress in a hotel!
The rumors spread like wildfire. I gritted my teeth against the sharp pain in my lower abdomen, beads of sweat forming on my forehead, but Asher remained oblivious to my distress.
After he shoved me into the car and started the engine, a chilling drop of rain splattered against the window.
Midway through our drive, Asher’s phone rang—it was Dorothy. The sound of her sobs filled the car as he answered.
“Asher, I’m in the hospital. I cut my finger.”
“I wanted to make you a midnight snack, but I wasn’t careful… Am I really that useless?”
“Asher, I’m scared of the thunder. Where are you?”