Chapter 25

The rest of the dinner passes rather peacefully, Olivia on the verge of falling asleep at any chewing now that her stomach is full, the comatose state often following a good meal overtaking her.

Mia and Walter are conversing about a matter Olivia is not bothered enough to listen to until Walter mentions Asher's name.

Olivia peers at Asher then, noticing the knitted brows and twisted lips, along with the fatigue evident in the slow blink of his eyes.

"What's wrong, Asher?" Olivia asks, concerned.

"Everything went to sh*t," Asher spits. Olivia is surprised at the scorn the boss is still able to muster. Asher exhales, elbows on the table, and he rubs at his face only to let his hands push his hair backward, the frown deepening.

"I should have been more careful," Asher resumes with a twitch of his lips and then clicks his tongue, his fist clenching and unclenching. "I f*cked up. I should've listened to you when you told me to bring bodyguards."

"What?" Olivia says, lost to the unexpected