Chapter 37

Evangeline stared at her phone. The call had already dropped. She dialed Asher again. The ringtone went on for 30 seconds. No answer. Her frown deepened. No matter where Asher was or how important the meeting was, he always picked up her calls within ten seconds. Even if he couldn't talk, he would at least answer briefly and say he’d call back later. He had never left her in silence. She bit down on her lip. Her nails dug into her palm. Wasn't Juliet asking for a divorce supposed to push Asher farther away? Why did it feel like it was pulling him back instead? She tossed her phone onto the bed and walked to the window. The city lights of Navalton were irritatingly dazzling. Her mind drifted back to years ago. The first time she saw Asher was in her father's study. She had been carrying a coffee tray. Before she even reached him, her attention was caught by the backlit silhouette standing by the window. The young man was tall and sharp. He was like a sheathed blade that radi