Chapter 220 Choose Jason

• At the sound of her voice, Asher jerked his head up. The handsome face she remembered was ruined by shadows and liquor, with eyes bloodshot and focus wavering until it locked on her with feral intensity.
• His suit, once pressed to perfection, sagged in creases. Buttons had been ripped from the shirt, exposing a slash of collarbone. The dark pools of his eyes were now rimmed in red, like an animal cornered too long in darkness.
• "You lied to me, didn't you?" His voice was hoarse, every syllable scraped raw.