Chapter 128

• MICHEAL'S POV
• If looks could kill, Liam would already be six feet under. Ashley hadn't stopped glaring at him since the vase shattered. It didn't matter that most of her things were already packed by Liam, and that all that was left was waiting for the moving truck—Ashley’s day had been completely ruined by that one broken vase.
• And I find it hard to support her this time. Because I don't just get it. A vase was just a vase, right? It's replaceable if broken. But judging by the way she sat beside me now with her arms crossed, cheeks flushed from anger, I was starting to realize this was more than just about some piece of porcelain.