Chapter 459

Nelson's attitude was harsh, but Asher didn't take it personally. He had always been a bit of a rebel, so when someone told him to leave, he was the type to stay. Instead, he laughed. "Oh, got your damsel-in-distress moment stolen, and now, you're fuming?" Nelson's brows furrowed deeply, his irritation growing. Just the thought of Gerald sitting beside Sabrina, comforting her with that soft, gentle gaze, made Nelson feel miserable. Worse than that, it filled him with regret—regret for Sabrina, the woman who had once been his wife. How had he let her slip away? In truth, the dull ache of regret hurt more than his pounding headache. It wasn't overwhelming, but every time he thought about it, it pressed on his chest like a persistent, dull weight. His chest felt tight, like he needed to say something but didn't know who to say it to. And of course, Asher kept pushing his buttons. Nelson's thoughts drifted to the past—to that auction where he had brought Pamela and completely igno