Chapter 135: Chapter 135

My eyes flew wide open, and I let out a yawn, feeling more relaxed than ever. Now, it felt as if I was completely healed and I was never poisoned.

As soon as Wyatt is back, I’ll let him know that I feel great and we can leave the hospital already.

According to my knowledge, the poison that can kill me has to be much more potent than the one I’ve ever tasted in the past. And the mediocre one that was sent over wasn’t the one.

Talking about poisons, I think I might have become mithridatic considering that, at the end of the various heinous subjections of poison, Henry is always shocked that I’m still alive after all the torture and subjections.

Suddenly, a particular gaze fell on me, resulting in furrowed brows.

I turned my face towards the door. My frown contorted tighter upon seeing Asher sitting in my ward—alone.

A surge of fury invaded me immediately. I rolled my eyes and scoffed coldly at Asher. “You don’t need to watch over me.” I scowled at him without bothering to land my eyes on him. The implicit meaning of my words is for Asher to leave my ward.

Asher leaned back in his seat, and his faint chuckle invaded my ears. “Annoyed at me?” His eyes landed on my face in amusement.

I puffed my cheeks and huffed coldly. Annoyed at Asher? Do I even have the ability to? I rolled my eyes. “How can I?” I retorted with a taunting scoff, still not bothering to land my eyes on Asher.

It’s quite hilarious. Sometimes Asher is very cold to me, and sometimes I just can’t figure him out; it’s not as if I cared anyway.

Now that the two of us are left alone in the ward, is Asher trying to wave things off with a laugh, believing that I’ll also brush it aside because he does? As if I will!

A poke suddenly landed on my cheeks, making my face contort more. What nonsense? How can Asher blatantly poke my cheeks like that? “Still haven’t changed." Asher suddenly proclaimed and poked my chin once more. The hint of happiness in his eyes was very clear.

“What do you mean? It’s none of your business anyway!” I glared at Asher coldly and smacked his poking hand away.

It's clear I have changed a lot. I’ve become happier, and my trauma and nightmares haunt me less. Moreover, I’ve become more sexy and beautiful, and I have matured a lot. Clearly, Asher is the one who’s blind and can’t see it.

Asher suddenly grabbed my hand, prompting me to look at him. “I’m sorry. I wronged you.” Asher ran his other hand through his hair and whispered so softly that I almost felt it was an illusion. Immediately, he winked and curled his lips in a signature Playboy sign.

I blinked my eyes in bewilderment, still finding it surreal that Asher, who had always been cold and told me he didn’t regret what he said, dared to apologize to me.

I blinked again and tilted my head. So what now? Do I have to tell Asher that I’ve forgiven him? In the next second, I rejected those thoughts.

But I want to make it hard for Asher too! How dare he! Thinking like this, my resolve was made up, and I quickly pushed his hand away before turning my back to him.

Asher leaned forward, his figure bearing on me. His hands trailed my cheek, and his lips lowered to my ear sensually, blowing warm air into it, making me shiver.

I stiffened immediately, my composure breaking for a second. What the hell is this playboy playing at?

Asher slowly whispered in my ear sensually, “Maia, I’ve apologized. What more do you want? A kiss…” Asher’s face suddenly leaned forward, as if he truly wanted to kiss me.

My face heated up, and I quickly extended my hand to push Asher’s face away. This jerk! I haven’t even thought of forgiving him, yet he’s already flirting with me.

Asher laughed out loud at my reddened face, his shoulder trembling. The tiredness and weariness on his face seemed to dissipate at that minute, making my anger diffuse.

I harrumphed and leaned back on the bed, not choosing to comment anymore.

Suddenly, the recollection of that dream invaded my mind, making me clench the blanket tightly. My eyes fell on Asher, and I peeked at him subtly.

Wyatt already has a mate. Even though Oswald didn’t end up with me, he already found his mate, and he has a partner. But for Asher, it’s different. Not only did Asher not have a mate, he didn’t have a partner either!

“Hm. You.” I cleared my throat and peeked at Asher through the corner of my eyes before stylishly asking, “You haven’t found your mate all this while; are you okay with it…”

Asher suddenly leaned forward and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before caressing my cheeks softly. “Why? You’re interested in me now?” He flirted with a whisper and licked his bottom lip sensually.

Interested, my ass! I bared my teeth at Asher and rolled my eyes before smacking his hand away. In Asher’s dream! I have my sweet husband, Wyatt; why would I be interested in him?

Asher leaned back on the couch, and he stroked his chin mischievously, a wicked glint flickering past his eyes. He shrugged indifferently. “It doesn’t matter; I’ll take my time waiting for her.” He responded calmly, his eyes fixated on my face.

I couldn’t help nodding my head in approval. This is such a good mindset…

“However, the instant she realizes and comes to me, I’ll punish her for being so slow and coming so late. She won’t leave the bed for two months.” Asher finalized, his voice was dark yet calm and dangerous at the same time.

I froze on the bed, having the impulse to bury myself in the bed. Why does hearing Asher’s response send a shiver down my spine? I can’t help pitying the person in advance.

Asher is originally known as a playboy; I knew he had the ability to do as he says. I can’t help lighting up a candle on the person’s behalf once more. So pitiful!

I scowled at Asher and turned my back on him. “I don’t want to hear your bed tales…”

Asher leaned forward and placed his lips next to my ear. “Clearly, you were the one who wanted to listen. Now you’re playing innocent.” Asher accused amidst grumbling.

I rolled my eyes, pushed his head away, and patted my lips to give a rebuttal, but before I could, a familiar sandalwood scent drifted into my nose, making my eyes light up.

I sat up immediately and stretched my hands at Wyatt in joy.

Wyatt’s lips curved up, and he wrapped his hands around me. “Careful, little bunny.” He chided me in a gentle voice and ran his hands through my back, making me smile and whimper beautifully. I knew Wyatt was talking about me rashly springing up despite receiving an IV drip.

Asher eyed us and made a face of disapproval. “How’s she a bunny? A fierce cat.” Asher leaned back on his seat and retorted coldly.

My smile vanished, and I directed a cold glare at Asher, who was antagonizing me.

But in the next minute, I pulled an aggrieved expression and puckered my lips in sadness. I raised my head to stare at Wyatt before pointing at Asher. “Hubby, that person has repeatedly bullied me in your absence.” I cried out in a whiny and thin, sad voice, making Asher’s lips twitch.

As soon as I completed my words, I burrowed my head into Wyatt’s chest. I lifted my head, grabbed Wyatt’s hand, and stared at Wyatt with determination. “Hubby, you love me the most, right? You have to avenge me.” I declared and turned back to stick out my tongue at Asher, making Asher’s face darken.

Serves that jerk playboy right. Not only did he say a bunch of words at me, but he also dared to flirt with me. It’s right if Wyatt kicked him!