Chapter 62

When we got home, I didn’t waste time and demanded from him that we should talk. Since we started living under the same roof, I never heard Asher mention anything about our future.

"Can we talk?" I asked.

While Asher indulged in the savory delights of the soup, brimming with succulent seafood and vibrant vegetables, I opted for my tried-and-true favorite: a plate of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and tantalizingly spicy shrimp. Looking up from his bowl, Asher met my gaze, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"About what?" he inquired, his tone tinged with genuine interest.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "About us. About what's been happening between us. You know exactly what I'm referring to, Asher," I replied, hoping he would understand the weight of my words.

He sighed, slightly exasperated. "Please be specific, Scarlett . I can't read your mind," he pleaded, seeking clarity amidst the amb