Chapter 195 - 22 & 23 (1/2)
Came late evening.
”I'll be there––”
”Fuck off!” Asher yelled and ended the call with Satele.
HMP!
How dare she canceled their date to the hospital for her ex. She could die for all he cares.
”Boss, it seemed like another fight broke out in one of our territories,” D said.
”Fuck off! Those ȧssholes can die for all I care. Can't you see that Eva takes priority?”
Asher glanced at the sleeping Evangeline and lowered his voice. ”Tell those ȧssholes that if they don't stop pestering me, I'll personally kill them myself.”
”Bunch of idiots. Starting a fight that they can't finish,” Asher murmured as he looked at his phone to see if Satele called again.
When he didn't see her name appear after ten minutes, he threw his phone on the ground.
”Fucking useless! D! Get me a new phone. This one is broken!”
”. . . Yes. Yes.” D was used to it whenever Satele and Asher fought. Asher's mood was worsening by the minute.
”This room is so crappy! D, order them to move my darling Eva to a private room.”
”Boss, this is already the private room.”
”Then get me the most private-private of all them!”
”. . .”
”And this food. What the heck is this? Fire the chef!”
”Boss, its hospital food specifically made for her Highness Evangeline.”
”Shut up! You expect me to feed this crap to my darling Eva? Fire that chef, right now!”
”We don't have that authority, though.”
”Then I'll buy this damn hospital!”
”. . .”
Riiinngg~!
”D! Get me my phone quick!” Asher's face lit up as D handed his phone to him.
He didn't even bother to know who called as he answered. ”Fuck off!”
Feeling pleased with himself, Asher ended the call only to regret it not a second later when he saw it was his father. He hurried and called back.
”F-father . . . it's not what you think. I thought that––”
”Asher, come home this instant.”
Asher paused at his father's grim tone. ”What?”
”Your grandfather is in the hospital.”
”What?!” Asher jumped from his seat. His grandfather? The Marcos Cole is in the hospital? That man is the freaking devil himself. The monarch of Coles. He was immortal!
”I can't come home. Evangeline is . . .” Asher stopped. He couldn't possibly announce that Evangeline is in the hospital. For sure . . . hell would rain in Burberry, and he would surely face punishment for his negligence.
”I should have forced my way and come with her,” he grumbled instead.
Asher cleared his throat and made an excuse. ”Evangeline has a cold right now and is not able to travel. So we'll wait for about three days at most. Anyway, it's not like the old man is in critical condition, right? And even he is, I doubt he will go down without a fight. That man is the king hell.”
”. . . *sigh. His condition is stable, and he just woken up. He asked for all his grandchildren to come.”
”. . . Is that serious?”
”Yes. So you better get your ȧss here as soon as Evangeline is okay.”
”. . .” That meant leaving Satele for how many days or even weeks. Asher sighed, ”Fine.” Though he was not fine.
”And if you see or hear from Alvaro. Tell him to come home. We can't reach him.”
Asher paused, and his eyes widen. ”Don't tell me he is missing?”
”No. He is just . . . taking some time off. . .”
”Oh . . .” Asher rubbed the back of his head rather forcefully. ”Is that serious, huh?”
”Just hurry up and come back.”
And the call ended.
Asher looked at the phone in his hand and decided to throw it on the ground again but halted when it rang.
Didn't check the caller he answered, ”Yeah?”
”What is Evangeline's room number? I'm already at the hospital.”
”Fuck off!” Asher yelled and ended the call.
However, he did text Satele the room number as he grumbled, ”What does that woman want? It's too late to ask for sorry now. Even if you beg, I won't give a damn! What do you think of me?! Someone you can just see and leave?”
At the side, if Evangeline could move, Asher would already be on the floor with fingerprints on his face, left and right.
He was so loud it was hard to sleep!
”D!”
”Boss?”
”Make sure that the door isn't locked.”
”Huh?”
”And how do I look? What about my face? Is it angry enough but handsome?”
”Agh . . .”
Before D could answer, there was a knock on the door. Asher brushed his hair with his hands and leaned on the sofa with legs crossing and arms folding.
Satele entered and roamed her gaze. Evangeline was asleep, but she doubted she really was with the way her brows were knitting. D was just on the side pretending to be a statue. She already knew that D was the one who brought Asher to the auction house. Frankly, it wasn't a big deal anymore since it was years ago, and it was no point wasting time on things that already happened.
Satele went in front of Asher, who was ignoring her.
”How's Evangeline?” she asked. She still didn't know what Asher and Evangeline's relationship was. But based on their interaction, it was more like siblings rather than friends or lovers.
”Why do you care? And why are you here anyway? I thought that you'd gotten back with your ex?” Asher said, refusing to look at Satele.