Chapter 82

• Asher marched into the house, and all the helps immediately shuffled away from him. The head butler had warned everyone earlier that he was in a sour mood, has been for the longest time, and everyone tried their best to stay out of his way. He looked like he could have anyone's head on a plate right now, and with the power he wielded, he can, and he will get away with it.
• A relieved sigh left everyone's lips once he walked past them and walked into his study, but he slammed the door so hard the house shook, and they scampered away again.
• He hated coming home, it reminded him of the thing he lost, of the person he lost. Coming back to his house in New York was the worst; her scent and her presence lingered everywhere, their pictures that he couldn't bring himself to bring down haunted him each time he walked through the front door.