"What are you talking about?" It was a call from Kellan Shawn, a friend of Asher.
"Sorry, I thought it was my mom." I raised my hands to cover my eyes. Feeling relaxed and somewhat drowsy, I asked, "Is something wrong?"
"How can you ask that?" A female interjected sharply. Jessa Doyle angrily accused me over the call, saying, "Asher said he wanted to jump into a river and killed himself. How come you're still sleeping at home? Are you his wife?"
I was stunned for a moment. Then I hurriedly got up and grabbed my coat before rushing to where they were.
Asher sat by the river. Kellan and Jessa stayed by his side. Seeing me coming, Kellan frowned, and Jessa glared at me fiercely.
I ignored them, lowered my voice, and cautiously tested Asher. I asked, "Asher, it's cold by the river. Shall we not stay here?"
"Fortunately, Asher is emotionally stable, so I should be able to coax him well."
"Don't bother with me anymore. This is just the way I am. Stuck in an awkward place, I aim for the high and am too lazy to lower myself. It's normal for you to be impatient with me." Asher spoke indifferently without looking at me.