Chapter 221 Bleeding Whiskey

• "Get some rest. I won't bother you anymore," Asher said, voice suddenly polite, almost distant.
• He backed away, snatched the white shirt from the couch, and slipped it on with practiced economy, already turning toward the door.
• "I'm the one who should go; this is your place. I'll stay with Ashlynn for a few days. I'll hand over my work at the company and submit my resignation. When the wedding arrangements are set, call me," Amelia said.