Chapter 125
Chapter 125:
The taxi driver’s voice pulled her back to the present. She looked up at the towering structure outside and gave a small nod. “Thank you p>
Once out of the vehicle, she held the box close and took in what stood before her — a villa-style complex, though not meant for living. It was a hotel. The building carried a traditional design that clashed beautifully with the surrounding modern skyline, and standing near it felt like stepping into another era. Kristine had visited this place once before. That single night had cost her more than a million. The memory alone still made her wince.
“Ms. Green.” Tripp had already been waiting on the ground floor, and when he spotted Kristine, he walked over with a courteous smile.
With a brief nod, she followed him through the entrance. Crossing the threshold brought an unfamiliar sensation, as though the outside world had been left behind. Carefully placed rock gardens stretched across the grounds, forming a layered landscape, and fish moved beneath the water, sending gentle ripples outward.
After some time, they reached Asher’s private villa.
The door opened, and Kristine immediately noticed that Asher was no longer in a wheelchair. He sat in an armchair instead, a custom blue suit fitted neatly to his frame without a hint of wrinkling. His features appeared calm and refined, strong brows framing his eyes and a well-defined nose lending his face a composed presence. A few loose strands rested along his forehead, adding a touch of relaxed charm to the overall picture.
For a brief moment, Kristine stayed where she was before regaining her composure. Closing the distance, she spoke calmly. “Please take a look at it p>
With a faint smile, Asher replied, “There is no need to rush. Have you eaten p>
“I already ate p>
“Let’s take a stroll then. I just finished eating and need time for it to settle p>
Kristine’s gaze shifted toward Asher’s legs. Walking was not possible for him, so the idea of digesting through movement made little sense. Even so, she kept that thought to herself. At the end of the day, Asher was her client, and the two million had yet to be paid.
𝘕𝖾𝗐 𝗐e𝗲kl𝘆 с𝘩𝘢p𝘁𝖾𝘳𝘴 о𝗇 𝗴𝖺𝗹ոо𝘃𝖾𝗅ѕ.сom
Tripp brought the wheelchair forward and helped Asher into it before turning pointedly toward Kristine. His intention was clear — he expected her to push it.
Left with little choice, Kristine placed her hands on the handles and began moving Asher through the villa grounds. Compared to the one she had stayed in previously, this villa felt in a league of its own — without question, the finest option available. Rare and costly plants filled the garden, making it clear that expense had never been a concern. A pond stretched across the backyard where ornamental fish moved gracefully, several of them carrying price tags that reached tens of thousands.
“Do you want to feed them?” Asher asked.
A slight shake of her head. “No p>
She had once hoped to share quiet moments like this with Colton. Repeated rejection had slowly erased that longing.
A trace of something gentle slipped into Asher’s voice. “All right p>