Semua Bab Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Click.They didn’t hear it.Didn’t see the shadow of the man a few tables away. A casual guest to the club, well dressed, sunglasses low on his nose. His phone angled perfectly, capturing the exact moment Asher Donovan, heir to the Donovan empire, gently cradled a laughing Vera's face and looked at her like she was made of stardust and soft edges.It was subtle. Sweet. But unmistakably intimate.Back at their table, Vera pulled away slightly, cheeks flushed. “We should probably go freshen up. You have a meeting to dazzle some powerful men with, Mr. Donovan.”Asher stood and offered his hand. “Only if you keep dazzling me.”She raised a brow, laughing again as she took his hand. “Corny. So corny.”He winked. “You love it.”Together, they stepped away from the table, walking down the polished hall lined with changing rooms.Their hands brushed again, just a little. Then Vera laced her fingers through his without thinking.And he didn’t let go.They disappeared around the corner, complet

The first few swings passed with ease.Asher was as precise as ever, clean strokes, silent focus, an air of relaxed confidence that somehow felt more intimidating than bravado.Vera, nervous at first, missed her mark on the first swing but laughed it off, and on her second, hit a modest but decent stroke that made even Mr. Grayson nod in approval.“Well done,” the older man said, surprising her.Lucas watched the small celebration between her and Asher, something aching in his chest. That used to be him beside her, laughing, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Now she barely looked at him.Camilla, however, took every opportunity to deliver backhanded compliments.“Oh, look at that,” she cooed when Vera’s ball veered slightly off the green. “Close, but not quite there. These things take time. Coordination isn’t exactly something you can learn overnight.”Asher didn’t even flinch. “She did better on her first day than you did after two years, Camilla,” he said flatly, not even looking i

Camilla Alden slammed the car door shut with a force that echoed through the otherwise serene golf course parking lot.Her heels clicked furiously against the asphalt as she circled the car, ripping off her gloves like they were to blame for the monumental loss they’d just suffered.Lucas followed quietly behind her, jaw tight, hands shoved in his pockets, looking every bit like a man being led to the gallows.Inside the car, the silence was thick for about five seconds, then she exploded.“You’re a good for nothing, weak excuse of a man!” Camilla screamed, jabbing a manicured finger at him as her voice echoed off the leather seats. “How dare you stand there like a statue while Vera Sinclair paraded around in front of us like she owned the damn world?”Lucas didn’t respond. He simply turned his face toward the window, the tension in his jaw the only sign that her words were cutting through.“You couldn’t even keep your eyes off her! You think Mr. Grayson didn’t notice? You think I did

The bouncer at the entrance, who had recognized Asher on sight, had immediately led them up to the VVIP section. Away from the chaos. Behind tinted glass. Plush velvet couches, bottle service, dimmed lighting, and enough privacy to feel like gods watching mortals below.But after just a few minutes, Vera was already fidgeting.“This is boring,” she muttered, sipping a glass of champagne with a little grimace. “I thought we came here to celebrate, not supervise people like we’re the bored royalty.”Asher, seated beside her with one arm slung across the back of the couch, quirked a brow. “That’s exactly what this section is for. To drink, observe, and not get trampled on by college kids grinding to bad remixes.”She turned to him, eyes bright and mischievous. “But that’s the fun part. Come on, Asher.”He gave her a long look, as if trying to decipher her seriousness. “You want to go down there?”She grinned. “We didn’t come all this way to sit and sip. You promised me fun.”“I said yes

The ride home was quiet. Vera remained curled in her seat, her fingers twitching now and then like she was dreaming.Once they got to her apartment, Asher carefully lifted her into his arms again, carrying her up and unlocking the door with the key she’d given him just that morning.The lights inside were soft, the space warm, hers.He took her straight to the bedroom, setting her down gently on the mattress.She stirred, murmuring something incoherent.“Shh, sleep,” he whispered, pulling a light blanket over her.But just as he was about to leave, her hand reached out and grabbed his.“Stay.”He looked down at her, eyes already closed again, her expression peaceful.He nodded once, slowly.“Okay,” he whispered, pulling a chair closer beside her bed. But before he could sit, her grip tightened.“No, not there,” she mumbled. “Here.”She patted the space beside her.He hesitated for only a second, then kicked off his shoes and eased down beside her.She immediately turned into him, curl