Chapter 379. White Tulips (2)

ASHER

When I saw Tate, my appetite vanished in an instant.

Who wouldn’t lose their appetite, really? Seeing him brought back all the frustration I felt last night—how I kept checking my phone like a fool every few seconds, desperate to see if he had replied, if he had read my messages, or if the status had changed to “delivered.” Every time I checked, there was nothing.

It was infuriating enough that my messages were left in limbo, but instead of stopping, I kept sending more texts and chats. I just made myself look even more ridiculous—like some obsessed partner, constantly chasing after him, asking where he was, as though I couldn’t breathe without an update.

I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, especially when our eyes met across the room. For a second, I thought he was going to approach me right away, but no. He walked right past me, knelt in front of Auntie, and apologized to her first. I felt like a complete fool, utterly humiliated. It was l