Chapter 81 Asher's Identity Revealed!

Though boasting to a beautiful woman was enjoyable and had garnered his attention, this unknown potion being applied made the pain of the would unbearable. Especially when the cotton swab rubbed harshly against it. What's more, Stella's actions were anything but gentle!

The pain on the wound was unbearable, especially when the cotton swab rubbed harshly against it, and Stella's actions were anything but gentle.

"Don't move. Aren't you tough?" Stella scolded Asher.

"I..." Asher was at a loss for words.

"No, I won't apply any more. That should be enough." Asher tried to dodge, pushing her hand away and preventing her from treating him.

During the fight, his focus was on his opponent, and he didn't feel much pain. Although it did hurt afterwards, it was nothing compared to the pain of applying medicine now.

It was really too painful!

Stella stood up, and Asher felt relieved, thinking he wouldn't need any more treatment. But to his surprise, Stella sat on his waist, pinning him down to prevent him from moving. With a cold expression, she continued applying the medicine and snorted, "You can't even bear this little pain. It's embarrassing."

Feeling the softness of her weight on his waist, Asher froze.

She wasn’t exactly as she was actually straddling him. Asher was mesmerized by her long legs and discreetly swallowed, turning his head away.

Asher lay on the bed, crying in pain, his voice sounding like a pig being slaughtered. It hurt too much!

Since that ambiguous encounter with Stella that night, Asher had felt a twinge of guilt, which made him want to maintain some distance and avoid unnecessary contact with her.

But despite his intentions, Stella seemed like an addictive poison, drawing Asher closer and closer, even making him fantasize about something happening again.

However, Asher was now too weak, as Stella had said. Even if he wanted to do something, he lacked the strength.

And the reason Asher kept talking incessantly was to divert his attention from the pain and ease the atmosphere in the room.

After nearly half an hour of agonizing cries, Asher gradually calmed down, and some medicine was applied to his chest as well. Stella used a cotton swab this time instead of pouring it directly, and since the wound on his chest was just a bruise without a broken skin, it hurt much less.

"Enough, stop wailing and put on your clothes." Stella knelt beside Asher and closed the first aid kit.

Asher picked up his clothes but couldn't help but glance at Stella.

Stella looked up at him, pursed her lips, and whispered, "You're my warrior."

"I'm flattered, really." Asher felt a bit embarrassed by her praise and quickly put on his clothes, sitting up.

Stella shifted to a different position and sat on the edge of the bed, her beautiful and captivating eyes lowered as she watched her legs sway.

There was an awkward silence between them, and Asher suddenly felt uncomfortable. He hated this feeling, as if something was off about his whole being.

"You need to rest. I should go now," Asher said, standing up.

"Alright. Take my car keys. Tomorrow you can come pick me up."

Stella quickly grabbed the car keys from the bedside and handed them to Asher, not knowing how to make him stay for a little longer.

"Alright, then I'll leave now." Asher took the car keys, glanced at Stella once again, and left without looking back.

Stella stared blankly at Asher's departure, feeling a sudden reluctance in her heart. She wanted Asher to stay, even if only for a little while longer.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but the words just wouldn't come out. Her mouth opened several times, but not a single word escaped.

Just as Stella was lost in thought, she suddenly saw a shadow flash by, and to her surprise, Asher returned.

"You..." Stella was about to ask why Asher had come back, but before she could finish her sentence, Asher hugged her tightly and silenced her with a kiss.

Stella's eyes widened, feeling somewhat helpless.

Her instincts told her to push away this audacious intruder, but as she looked at Asher's excited and somewhat restrained expression, she slowly lowered her hands that were meant to push him away. Her wide eyes closed slightly, and her eyelashes trembled delicately.

Asher wasn't sure if he had lost his mind, but all he wanted was to kiss Stella and hold her.

As Asher passionately reached out to embrace Stella, her body went limp and gently sank onto the bed.

Compared to their clumsy and inexperienced encounter the previous night, Asher was now taking the lead. He teased Stella's lips apart and slowly stirred the fragrance filling her mouth.

Time seemed to slip away during their increasingly passionate entanglement. Just as Stella was becoming intoxicated by Asher's actions, he suddenly let go.

Stella snapped her eyes open.

"Well, consider it my way of thanking you... I'll leave now..." Asher had managed to control himself. The guilt and complex emotions inside him stopped him from being reckless. He said those words and left for good.

Stella was completely dumbfounded!

What was that jerk doing? Just playing games with her? Kissing and touching her and then leaving?

Getting her desires aroused, only to withdraw?

Or maybe he couldn't perform?

Stella's mind was in chaos, and Asher had disappeared without a trace before she could gather her thoughts.

It wasn't until a hurried phone call interrupted her thoughts.

Stella snapped back to reality and glanced at the phone on the bedside table, thinking it was Asher, that playful jerk, apologizing again. She ignored it.

But after the call ended, the phone rang again. Stella impatiently picked it up and checked.

It wasn't Asher calling, it was her mother!

Stella was stunned for a moment, finally pulling herself out of the shadow that Asher, that jerk, had toyed with her. Considering everything that happened today, Stella couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It seems that her mother already knows about this. After all, given Arthur's personality, he will definitely hold Asher accountable for what he did to him.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" As soon as the call connected, Stella remembered her mother's anxious voice, not a scolding tone.

Stella's heart warmed, and she smiled, "I'm fine. It's just that my friend got injured, but he's okay now."

"Which friend? I heard you have a boyfriend now? Is it that boy who helped you? What does he do for a living? When did you start dating? How far has it developed?"

Faced with her mother's relentless barrage of questions, Stella hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

Thinking about what happened between her and Asher just now, Stella couldn't help but bitterly smile. She thought she was prepared, but that bastard...

Asher walked out of Platanus Community and ran a long way before he finally caught his breath.

Thinking about how he had just rushed over and hugged Stella, Asher's mind was in chaos too.

He felt regretful that he had just kissed Stella and even let his hand rest on her leg.

If he were to go back now, would Stella chase him out with a kitchen knife?

Another regret was that he couldn't resist the urge to tease Stella.

Last night's situation was understandable, Stella was talking about something sad and her emotions were intense, plus there was some romantic atmosphere. It was a spontaneous kiss.

But what was happening now? Was he really going astray?

Asher felt frustrated, wondering what was wrong with him recently.

Was he really in need of a woman that badly?

Asher thought that what he had just done was so unlike his usual self.

He walked a long way before Asher snapped out of it, almost slapping himself.

Wasn't he supposed to go get Stella's car?

Women are truly a calamity, making his mind all unclear.

Asher muttered and quickly ran back to Platanus Community.

Asher was covered in injuries but still handled some company matters when he returned, because Stella wasn't at the office and being the CEO, he couldn't be absent.

When he arrived home, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. Avery had already finished work and locked herself in the study.

For the past three years, Avery had devoted most of her time to work. Many times, she would work late at home. Moreover, it seemed that after signing contracts with both the Color Company and the Fly Pictures, his wife had become even busier.

"This workaholic..." Asher muttered to himself and went into the kitchen.

The next day, Asher prepared breakfast, and after they had eaten, they each went to work.

Asher drove to pick up Stella, and when he arrived at Platanus Community, she was already waiting at the entrance.

Both Asher and Stella seemed somewhat awkward.

Something happened that made it impossible for the two of them to chat happily and uninhibitedly as before.

Asher didn't know what to say during the drive. He disliked the atmosphere and wanted to find a topic several times, but he kept his mouth shut until Stella's voice sounded faintly from the passenger seat, "It seems like we're becoming famous."