chapter47 quarrel

Life's taken some twists compared to before. Asher ain't strolling through the garden in the misty mornings anymore, then heading back to the kitchen to watch Scarlett whip up breakfast. In fact, there's no sign of the 7 AM breakfast anymore. At that hour, the bedroom door stays shut, and Scarlett's still snoozing in Asher's embrace. Maybe the man beside her's already up, mulling over whether to do something else, or perhaps he's still lost in dreams of last night's fiery embrace.

He often calmly gazes at Scarlett's peaceful sleeping face. Her lips are soft, her features gentle, pleasing to the eye from any angle. Every morning, waking up to see only him, the first and only person she lays eyes on, fills her with happiness.