Chapter 154 Divorce Papers

• Asher's lips pressed into a razor-thin line. Though not a single word escaped him, the air around his tall frame seemed to buckle, the pressure plunging so sharply it felt like a thunderstorm had dropped into the hallway. Amelia had never witnessed him in such a state. Instinct sent her shoes skimming backward, an involuntary retreat that scraped faintly against the polished floor.
• Realizing he had frightened her, the tension eased from Asher's handsome features. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rasping, as if the words had scorched their way up from someplace deep.
• "I don't agree." The words landed like steel, quiet yet absolute.