All Chapters of My Husband’s Lover: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kylie and Asher found themselves locked in a profound gaze, their eyes meeting in a moment of intense vulnerability. However, a sense of fear overcame Asher as he contemplated the consequences of his recent confession. Doubts plagued his mind, as he worried about Kylie's reaction and the possibility of her rejecting him completely.As the weight of Asher's words settled in, a hint of desperation crept into his voice. "Kylie... please try to understand where I'm coming from," he pleaded, his voice tinged with anxiety. Sensing the tension, Kylie let out a heavy sigh, her expression reflecting a mix of weariness and curiosity.The emotional weight of the conversation began to unravel a deeper truth. "I love my mother more than anything," Kylie started, her voice laced with genuine affection, "but it seems she wants nothing to do with me. Do you really believe I haven't tried everything?"Asher, too, let out a sigh, his concern for Kylie palpable. "I know you've tried, Kylie," he replied,

"I will make a reservation for us. Now, go ahead and get some sleep. Rest well," he said, his tone gentle and caring. Kylie nodded appreciatively, feeling reassured as she settled back down on the bed, knowing that a promising and eventful evening awaited them.Asher's smile lingered on his face as he watched Kylie peacefully close her eyes and drift off to sleep. He felt a surge of happiness within him, knowing that she had agreed to go on a date with him, even though they hadn't explicitly labeled it as such. In his heart, he wanted to treat this as their first date, an opportunity to deepen their connection.Leaving the bedroom, Asher walked towards the door, his hand resting on the doorknob. He turned around for one last glance at Kylie, her form relaxed and serene, before finally stepping out and quietly closing the door behind him.With a skip in his step, Asher made his way downstairs, his smile still firmly in place. He headed towards the kitchen, his anticipation evident in e

Asher's shoulders slumped as he absorbed Sarah's words, a wave of regret washing over him. He hadn't fully comprehended the potential ramifications of his impulsive actions until now. Guilt gnawed at his conscience, and he recognized the gravity of jeopardizing Kylie's professional prospects.Henry, his voice measured and concerned, added, "You know, Asher, resorting to violence is never the solution. We understand that you were defending Kylie, but there are other ways to handle these situations."Asher nodded slowly, his earlier defiance waning in the face of their valid points. Regret and a sense of responsibility weighed heavily upon him. He realized that his actions, fueled by anger and protectiveness, had the potential to disrupt not only Kylie's project but also their own professional relationships."You're right," Asher finally admitted, his voice laced with remorse. "I let my anger get the best of me, and now we're all in a difficult position. I should have found a better way

Meanwhile, as Sarah headed indoors to fetch the requested beverages, Asher took a deliberate stroll around to where Olivia sat. Settling down beside her, he called out her name, his voice carrying a mix of familiarity and concern. Olivia turned her head, arching an eyebrow inquisitively, silently signaling her willingness to listen and engage in conversation.Olivia's voice tinged with surprise as she questioned Asher's unexpected presence. "What, Mister? Why are you suddenly here?" Her curiosity hung in the air, mingled with a hint of amusement.Asher, unfazed by her reaction, responded with a playful tone. "Can't I come here?" he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Olivia couldn't help but smile, appreciating the banter that had become a familiar part of their interactions.Acknowledging Olivia's remark about the unusualness of his unannounced visit, Asher's smile widened. "You're right, it's out of the ordinary. Usually, I would have called before coming," he admitted, noddin

Riya's heart raced with a sense of urgency as she scoured the room, her eyes darting across the familiar surroundings. She located the door that led to their room and approached it swiftly, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. With a firm rap of her knuckles against the door, she anxiously waited for a response.After a brief pause that seemed to stretch into eternity, the door swung open, revealing Damon on the other side. His haggard appearance spoke volumes about the exhaustion he carried. Clad in a plain white shirt and worn grey track pants, his disheveled hair seemed to mirror the turmoil within him, as if he had been raking his fingers through it since the early hours of the morning.Damon's voice carried a weariness that resonated deeply as he spoke, frustration lacing his words. "What is it, Riya? I specifically asked for some time alone. Please," he pleaded wearily, the weight of his exasperation palpable in the air. Riya couldn't help but feel a pang of gu