<b>Chapter </b><b>523 </b><b>A </b>Stronger Side
<b>Sure </b><b>enough</b><b>, </b>most of the front page posts on the forum were about her.
<b>Someone </b>had taken a photo of her kneeling in the ssroom with blood running down her face and uploaded it to the forum.
<b>“</b>Isn’t this that freshman beauty, Jean?”
“What happened to her?”
“Looks like she fell.”
“Kinda scary.”
“Sarah next to her looked terrified.”
“Sarah’s whole face changed.”
“You guys care more about Sarah than the injured girl?“,
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Jean saw this and let out a self–mocking smile. <i>Terrified</i><i>? </i><i>Sarah </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>scared</i><i>… </i><i>She </i><i>was </i><b><i>just </i></b><i>thrilled </i><i>her </i><i>n </i>had worked<i>. </i>
“Could it be that Jean has some kind of hidden illness? That was a lot of blood–kinda freaky.”
“But she seems to have some kind of close rtionship with The Lawsons‘ heir.”
Then, Jean came across a photo of herself in Asher’s arms.
The angle of the shot was surprisingly artistic, almost like a scene from a drama; but thements underneath were anything but kind.
“Are they dating?”
“Doesn’t look like it, but maybe Asher’s chasing her.”
“I heard Jeanes from a pretty average background–just has a pretty face. Would someone like Asher even need to chase a girl like that?”
“Asher’s supposed to be single… maybe they’re just fooling around. Don’t take it too seriously.”
“Jean looks kinda shy, like the type who knows how to have fun.”
“Yeah, Sarah looks more innocent, more obedient.”
Jean’s fingers tensed slightly.
Her expression darkened; a cold, distant look surfaced in her eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Asher’s voice came out of nowhere, low and almost indiscernibly cool.
Jean instinctively tilted her phone slightly upward, not wanting him to see what was on the screen.
She shook her head like it was nothing. “Nothing… the dessert should be here soon.”
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<b>Mid</b><b>–</b><b>sentence</b><b>, </b><b>the </b><b>man </b><b>across </b><b>from </b><b>her </b><b>suddenly </b><b>reached </b><b>out</b><b>. </b><b>His </b><b>fingers </b><b>were </b><b>long</b>, <b>pale</b><b>, </b><b>almost </b>an <b>White</b><b>, </b><b>the </b><b>tips </b><b>just </b><b>about </b><b>to </b><b>touch </b>Jean’s phone.
“<b>Let </b><b>me </b><b>see</b><b>. </b><b>His </b>tone remained calm and gentle as always, but Jean could feel <b>the </b><b>quiet </b>force behind it.
<b>She </b><b>pressed </b>her lips together, hesitating.
<b>Deep </b>down, she didn’t want Asher to <b>see </b>the forum posts. Some of thements weren’t <b>favorable </b><b>to </b><b>him</b>, either.
As she debated, Asher moved in again, his fingers closing around the edge of her phone.
Jean couldn’t help but look up at him, surprise shing briefly in her eyes.
She understood then–he wasn’t going to let this go.
But he didn’t yank the phone away. He was waiting for her to let go.
Asher rarely showed this kind of dominance in front of her.
He was usually calm; gentle.
But as the male lead of the story, someone who had wed his way up from being an illegitimate child to the one in control of The Lawsons…
How <i>could </i><i>he </i><i>truly </i><i>be </i><i>calm </i><i>and </i><i>gentle</i>? Jean knew it, too—there had to be a ruthless, decisive side to him.
It’s just that with her, he kept all that edge hidden, leaving only the warmth behind.
After a moment of hesitation, Jean finally let go.
Asher effortlessly pulled the phone from her hand, he turned it around; his cold, sharp gaze dropped to the
screen.
His expression barely changed–always that same hard frost, cold and indifferent.
Once he’d finished reading, Asher politely held the phone out to her with both hands. “I’m done.”
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