Chapter 222 Parental Demands

• Asher gently brushed the hair back from my face. By now, Chase had visited and then left, leaving Asher and I alone in the hospital room.
• I closed my eyes, reveling in the softness of Asher’s touch. He was always gentle with me, but since being here, he had treated me like I was fragile. Like too much pressure might break me.
• I wanted to disprove that notion, but honestly, it was very likely the truth of it.