Chapter 185 Jealous Asher

• Jason pressed a hand against his chest. An unnamed weight settled there, as if an invisible palm meant to keep him perpetually beneath its heel. He knew, objectively, that the life he had built would dazzle most people, yet the pressure did not lessen.
• Amelia eased into the ward, and the first thing she noticed was the sparkle in Zoey's eyes. Her mother, usually guarded behind a fortress of stern lines, wore—astonishingly—a hint of a smile.
• "Something wonderful happened while I was gone?" Amelia's question bubbled out, buoyed by her mother's rare good mood. Still grinning, she set the warm paper bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts on the nightstand, their sweet aroma drifting between them.