Chapter 189 Do Not Be So Kind

• Asher's voice came from behind Amelia, low yet unmistakably firm. "Ms. Shurmer, do you have a problem with any of this?"
• He didn't wait for Amelia to speak. Instead, his tall frame moved forward, cutting off the space between his wife and her rival like a drawbridge slamming shut.
• In that stance, it was painfully clear: if Waverly threw even one more barb, Asher looked ready to forget every rule about never laying hands on a woman.