Semua Bab Kiss Me, My Wrong Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 18

Third person’s POV Asher walked into Rosé’s living room, the butler was already waiting. He took Asher’s black overcoat. “Welcome home, my young master,” he said. Asher sat down on the sofa, he was tired. The butler brought him a cup of coffee as usual. “Where is she?” Asher asked. “Miss Ellis is sleeping in her bedroom?” The butler answered. Asher looked outside. The sun had risen. Asher stroked his hair like a habit, leaning against the sofa, closing his eyes. He said, “Didn’t I ask her to always get up at dawn?” The butler said, “That’s right, sir. But Miss Ellis did well, and she could fulfill almost every teacher’s request. So they set her up with a more comfortable timetable for a few days before they taught her to dance.” “She’s not as easy to bully as I thought,” Asher said, gritting his teeth. “Since she was a child, she has had to do many works for a living,” the butler explained. Calantha’s effort and rapid adaptation amazed the butler. “I see.” When Calantha wa

Calantha had to join an elite party once again. But it wasn’t like the ballroom party, where she was just a side character, nobody noticed her, she just went there, hid in a corner, danced with Asher and left. At this new party, she was the protagonist.How could Calantha confidently stand in front of the Pittman family’s members, the true nobles, and communicate with them?Calantha had asked herself many times, but she couldn’t find the answer. These sessions on the rules and conduct of the elite only kept her from acting low, but did not help her gain confidence and courage when faced with people whose social status was higher than hers.Calantha was under pressure.She ate less. In her last sessions with rigorous teachers, she thought that these sessions were not as scary as she had ever thought.And when she could no longer see them, Calantha became confused and panicked like she had lost a support.Calantha continued to live her boring days in a lavish and splendid mansion. No one

Calantha’s POVAll I had to do at that dinner was shut up and eat.I was happy about it, because at least it didn’t get me into any trouble.During the meal, Asher occasionally watched me.What did he want?I was not a kid, and I always bothered him.After dinner, at Bertha’s request, Mary took me to places where there were many ladies of the Pittman family for me to get to know.“Long time no see, Lady Anderson,” said a straight dark-haired girl, whose face was filled with freckles.How ironic! She didn’t call me Lady Pittman, even though the members of this family all attended Asher and Selena’s wedding.Apparently, Selena wasn’t very popular with her family.I wondered what I should do, answer ironically or keep silent.“Selena, this is Vivi, Asher’s cousin. A smart and active girl,” Mary said in a pale, idle voice.She would lull people to sleep if she would read a speech with that accent.“Nice to meet you, Vivi,” I smiled elegantly and properly.“Mary, just Vivi? don’t forget me

The sound of the door opening woke me up. The softness of the bed made me unwilling to sit up.“It’s time to go home,” Asher’s cold voice sounded, and I immediately sat up, saw Asher standing and leaning back against the door. His bright brown hair was a little messy, his vest was gone, two buttons of his shirt were undone. He was looking at me.“What about the ball?” That was what I thought of first when I saw him.“It’s over,” Asher announced.“No way,” I looked at Asher with amazement, soon after, anger invaded me. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”I stood up but immediately shouted because of the pain in my ankle. I fell to my bed, bit my lips and closed my eyes tightly, enduring the pain.“You can’t dance with me anyway when you can’t stand up,” Asher said sarcastically.I frowned, “What about you? What did you do?”Asher shrugged, “Dance with another girl.”I said, “So, your mother, did she see you dancing with another girl?” It was my only worry; I didn’t want to displease Bertha; sh