CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

MYLA'S PRO

‘Let’s go for a walk.’ I say walking towards him with my brightest fake smile.

He tilts his head to the side studying me, doubt flashing in his eyes for a second and then disappearing like it wasn't there in the first place.

Asher stood up from his position facing me fully, his eyes scanning the length of me with a worried look.

‘You’re still too weak for that, you need all the energy you can get. I don’t want you fainting out of exhaustion again.’ He said with a “there’s no more room for discussion” tone.

I stared at him for a long time. He has to go today no matter what! He's bad influence.

I pout at him while taking slow strides towards him. Stopping just a few meters between us before I wrapped my hand around his neck.

‘Staying at home all day is boring and suffocating. The air outside is refreshing and would help me recover faster. Besides...' I whispered in a hushed tone into his ear, 'You’ll be beside me the whole time so I've got nothing to be afraid of.'

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