Lahat ng Kabanata ng Desired by my Ex-fiance's Uncle: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

After a long night of fake smiles and mingling with the guests at the banquet hall, the party was finally over, and Jasmine and Asher made their way home in his Cadillac Escalade. Jasmine subconsciously fiddled with the ring on her finger as she gazed outside the window. Her thoughts swirled with everything that had happened that evening, especially Jason and Charlotte’s threats, and she sighed quietly, trying to suppress the unease brewing within her. Asher noticed her fidgeting from his peripheral vision.“Penny for your thoughts?” He cocked a brow, his gaze still focused on the road ahead of him. Jasmine blinked and turned to look at him. The little light emanating from the dashboard cast a subtle glow on his stunning side profile and she found herself almost entranced by it. But she caught herself and quickly looked away. “It’s just,” she sighed again as she replied, and leaned her head back against the headrest. “I can’t help but wonder what further tricks Jason and Charlot

Jasmine spun around in startlement, and as she tried hiding the picture frame behind her, it slipped from her hand. The sound of shattering glass made her flinch and her eyes widened as she turned to see the shattered pieces of the picture frame on the floor. A gasp escaped her lips and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she instantly crouched down and began to pick up the broken pieces. Asher’s brows drew into a deep V as he watched Jasmine fiddle with the glass shards. “Jasmine,” he drawled as he took cautious steps towards her. “What did you break?” Jasmine’s heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled for a reply. But in her distracted state, she grazed her finger against the sharp edge of a broken frame piece. “Ouch,” she hissed in pain as she instinctively jerked her hand back, and inspected the finger that had began to drip blood onto the bodice of her white lace dress. Asher was by her side in a flash, and he gripped her arm gently, pulling her up to her f

Jasmine instinctively closed her eyes, and a soft sigh left her lips as Asher’s warm lips caressed hers. The kiss was gentle and feathery, as though Asher was just testing the waters, yet it ignited something deep within her gut. Unsure of what to do with her hands, they rested limply at her sides, while Asher’s grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her closer. Just as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Jasmine felt like a bucket of ice water was poured on her, and her eyes flew open as she snapped back to reality. She instantly pulled away from the kiss, and her heart raced a million miles per second as she stared at Asher with wide, bewildered eyes. “W-why did you do that, Asher? You just crossed the line!” Asher slowly licked his lips as though savoring the lingering taste of Jasmine’s lips, and he glanced at her through hooded eyes. “I couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged, and casually slipped his hands into the pockets of his joggers. Asher’s reply made all the he

Jasmine trembled with anger, and her fingers twitched with the urge to claw the smirk off Charlotte’s face, but she held herself back. The little scene had already attracted the attention of some passersby, and reacting harshly would only make things worse. She clenched her fists by her sides, and took one deep exhale to extinguish her anger. Then, not wanting to give Charlotte any more satisfaction, she ignored her and bent to pick up her phone which had fallen. Just as she reached for it, the phone dinged. Before she could grab it, Charlotte kicked the phone aside with her heels, then crouched down to pick it up instead. “I will not be ignored,” she spat as she rose to her feet and waved the phone tauntingly in front of Jasmine’s face. “You need to replace my cup of coffee first and apologize for bumping into me. Otherwise, you’re not getting this back.” Jasmine tightened her jaw as she felt her anger rising to the surface again. “I don’t have time for this, Charlotte. Gi

Asher walked out of the elevator and was scrolling through his phone when a voice caught his attention. He paused midway, and looking up from the phone, he was greeted with a sight that made his blood sizzle his veins.In the middle of the reception area, a security guard was forcefully gripping Jasmine’s arm, while she struggled to pull away.“Jasmine?” he called out, his voice a mixture of surprise and confusion. Jasmine stopped struggling with the security guard and her head whipped around to Asher’s direction.She wiped her teary eyes, and took in his suit-clad frame. “Asher?” She blurted, confusion and curiosity scattering across her features as she wondered why he was there.Asher’s eyes zeroed in on the security guard’s hand on Jasmine’s arm, and they darkened.“What’s going on here?” He demanded in a voice that made the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.The receptionist quickly straightened up on seeing Asher, and rising from her seat, she rushed towards him.“Mr.