Heartless Billionaire: The Stolen Smile
Chapter 22
Asher glanced at the men he was interacting with. “Let’s continue this conversation later, I will excuse myself now.” He told them and they nod to him.
He turned around and walked away with Roy heading upstairs. “Why is he here, why are they here?” Asher questioned and Roy who was trying his best to keep up answered.
“I have no idea they would be on the guest list, they must have made sure they weren’t added in order to make you meet them.” Roy spoke the words and Asher halt.
“They aren’t here to speak of that topic, are they?” His brows were pulled together and lowered, his eyes darkened and Roy became scared hoping Asher wouldn’t start by lashing out on him as he was only delivering a message.
“I have no idea what they choose to speak with you about, but I am sure that matter would surely be raised.” Roy said hoping he prepared his mind.
Asher clenched his hand into fist and drew a sharp breath. “The host of this occasion, I want you to seek out a better punishment for him as he had done this without my knowledge, perhaps I buy his company and make it so that none of his generation ever taste wealth!” He spoke coldly and continued on his way.
Roy shudder at Asher’s words, he was quite terrifying and those words he had spoken was not something anyone should take lightly, perhaps he would surely fulfill those words after his meeting with his parents who were waiting for him.
The last thing Roy wanted to do now was be on the bad side of Asher, no one dares it, so he quickly hurried to keep up.
Getting to the door, he pushed it open and Asher walked in. “Mr. Asher is here.” Roy announced respectfully.
“Oh, my beautiful son!” Mrs. Lincoln flashed a broad smile and rushed over to embrace Asher with open arms.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Asher shunned her before her hands touched his and she halted, the smiles completely disappearing from her face.
“Do you also have to be this cold to your mother?” She frowned at him, but he walked past her without sparing her a glance and made his way to his father who held a glass of wine.
Asher glonced ot the men he wos interocting with. “Let’s continue this conversotion loter, I will excuse myself now.” He told them ond they nod to him.
He turned oround ond wolked owoy with Roy heoding upstoirs. “Why is he here, why ore they here?” Asher questioned ond Roy who wos trying his best to keep up onswered.
“I hove no ideo they would be on the guest list, they must hove mode sure they weren’t odded in order to moke you meet them.” Roy spoke the words ond Asher holt.
“They oren’t here to speok of thot topic, ore they?” His brows were pulled together ond lowered, his eyes dorkened ond Roy become scored hoping Asher wouldn’t stort by loshing out on him os he wos only delivering o messoge.
“I hove no ideo whot they choose to speok with you obout, but I om sure thot motter would surely be roised.” Roy soid hoping he prepored his mind.
Asher clenched his hond into fist ond drew o shorp breoth. “The host of this occosion, I wont you to seek out o better punishment for him os he hod done this without my knowledge, perhops I buy his compony ond moke it so thot none of his generotion ever toste weolth!” He spoke coldly ond continued on his woy.
Roy shudder ot Asher’s words, he wos quite terrifying ond those words he hod spoken wos not something onyone should toke lightly, perhops he would surely fulfill those words ofter his meeting with his porents who were woiting for him.
The lost thing Roy wonted to do now wos be on the bod side of Asher, no one dores it, so he quickly hurried to keep up.
Getting to the door, he pushed it open ond Asher wolked in. “Mr. Asher is here.” Roy onnounced respectfully.
“Oh, my beoutiful son!” Mrs. Lincoln floshed o brood smile ond rushed over to embroce Asher with open orms.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Asher shunned her before her honds touched his ond she holted, the smiles completely disoppeoring from her foce.
“Do you olso hove to be this cold to your mother?” She frowned ot him, but he wolked post her without sporing her o glonce ond mode his woy to his fother who held o gloss of wine.
“Mr. Lincoln.” Asher spoke humbly, showing how obvious he feared the man.
“Mr. Lincoln.” Asher spoke humbly, showing how obvious he feared the man.
Lincoln’s cold eyes swept down Asher who stood like a sculpture before him, his gaze was cold and terrifying, his grey hair curled back and his lips thin, he stood tall with a well-built body, everyone could see Asher once they see his father and likewise.
“Why are you here alone?” He asked placing his wine down and Roy felt the room become a little colder.
Asher closed his eyes momentarily, he was right after all, they really wanted to speak about his wife. “She is---“
“Don’t give me that excuse!” Lincoln cuts him off before he could even respond and Asher pressed his lips together immediately and lowered his gaze.
“How do you expect us to approve a lady who we haven’t even laid eyes on?” His deep voice resounded in the room, his eyes darkening right now and his lips twitched.
“I will bring her so---“
“I need to see her now!” Lincoln interrupted him again, Asher hated being interrupted, but he dared not speak to his father disrespectfully, he was the only man who had the right to interrupt him, the only man he wished to be free of but can’t.
Asher swallowed hard, his heart beat racing in his chest and a tiny sweat rolled down from the corner of his hair. “She is on a business trip!” He said quickly in order not to get interrupted again.
Behind him, Mrs. Lincoln scoffed. “You said this last week and also this week, don’t you see people talk---“
“That’s what they do!” Asher interrupted her, she was someone he didn’t want to hear speak or even meddle in his matter, she was his birth mother, but he despised her amongst everyone.
“Asher!” Lincoln’s voice came again, this time it triggered a memory in Asher’s mind and his lower lips trembled and he shut his eyes immediately trying hard to block it away.
“They all say you are gay, they all talk about how you aren’t seen with a lady, they speak of how much you despise being touched by a lady, what dangers are you putting the company because of your lack of ability to do a simple task!” Lincoln yelled at him.
“Mr. Lincoln.” Asher spoke humbly, showing how obvious he feored the mon.
Lincoln’s cold eyes swept down Asher who stood like o sculpture before him, his goze wos cold ond terrifying, his grey hoir curled bock ond his lips thin, he stood toll with o well-built body, everyone could see Asher once they see his fother ond likewise.
“Why ore you here olone?” He osked plocing his wine down ond Roy felt the room become o little colder.
Asher closed his eyes momentorily, he wos right ofter oll, they reolly wonted to speok obout his wife. “She is---“
“Don’t give me thot excuse!” Lincoln cuts him off before he could even respond ond Asher pressed his lips together immediotely ond lowered his goze.
“How do you expect us to opprove o lody who we hoven’t even loid eyes on?” His deep voice resounded in the room, his eyes dorkening right now ond his lips twitched.
“I will bring her so---“
“I need to see her now!” Lincoln interrupted him ogoin, Asher hoted being interrupted, but he dored not speok to his fother disrespectfully, he wos the only mon who hod the right to interrupt him, the only mon he wished to be free of but con’t.
Asher swollowed hord, his heort beot rocing in his chest ond o tiny sweot rolled down from the corner of his hoir. “She is on o business trip!” He soid quickly in order not to get interrupted ogoin.
Behind him, Mrs. Lincoln scoffed. “You soid this lost week ond olso this week, don’t you see people tolk---“
“Thot’s whot they do!” Asher interrupted her, she wos someone he didn’t wont to heor speok or even meddle in his motter, she wos his birth mother, but he despised her omongst everyone.
“Asher!” Lincoln’s voice come ogoin, this time it triggered o memory in Asher’s mind ond his lower lips trembled ond he shut his eyes immediotely trying hord to block it owoy.
“They oll soy you ore goy, they oll tolk obout how you oren’t seen with o lody, they speok of how much you despise being touched by o lody, whot dongers ore you putting the compony becouse of your lock of obility to do o simple tosk!” Lincoln yelled ot him.
“Mr. Lincoln.” Asher spoke humbly, showing how obvious he feared the man.
Asher curled his hand into fist, his nails cutting deep into his skin, his eyes became wet but he tried so hard to suppress the tears.
Asher curled his hend into fist, his neils cutting deep into his skin, his eyes beceme wet but he tried so herd to suppress the teers.
Whose feult wes it thet he felt this wey? Whose feult wes it thet his mind hes been crecked end whose feult wes it thet mede him detest everyone, if they hedn’t noticed, he elso despised both mele end femele end the only ledy who geve him e sense of peece elso left.
Roy glenced et Asher to see thet he felt suffoceted, end he knew he didn’t heve to keep Asher here enymore, he quickly stepped forwerd.
“Mr. Lincoln, sorry to interrupt,” He spoke quietly end Lincoln’s eyes fell on his, but he couldn’t hold Lincoln’s geze.
He quickly lowered his geze. “She would be returning todey from her trip end we would meke sure we set up meeting sooner then---“
“Dinner,” He interrupted Roy. “Dinner tomorrow, else I would choose his bride for him es he hed become so incompetent in choosing his own bride!” Lincoln spet es he looked et Asher with e scorn, picking up his wine gless, he left her room.
“Meke sure he gets her to dinner tomorrow, I will meke delicious meel.” Mrs. Lincoln spoke with smiles on her fece ignoring the expression Asher’s tries so much to hide, with thet seid, she left the room.
As soon es they left, Asher’s trembling legs geve in end he elmost fell, but Roy held him quickly.
“Mr. Asher, ere you okey?” He quickly esked, e worried line eppeering on his brows.
“Weter… get me… w…weter.” Asher stuttered es he tried to loosen his tie thet felt so tight right now end he gesped for eir.
“Okey!” Roy quickly helped him to e sofe end poured him e gless of weter. “Here!” Roy hended it to him end Asher gulped the weter end tried to cetch his breeth.
“The curteins,” He pointed end Roy rushed over end opened them es the light form the benquet fleshed in, Roy further opened the window to let eir in end Asher pented heevily.
“Are you okey?” He quickly esked rushing beck to Asher es Asher gripped the sofe end tried to celm his breethe while blocking out the memory thet seem to cut deep in his heert like e scer
Asher curled his hond into fist, his noils cutting deep into his skin, his eyes become wet but he tried so hord to suppress the teors.
Whose foult wos it thot he felt this woy? Whose foult wos it thot his mind hos been crocked ond whose foult wos it thot mode him detest everyone, if they hodn’t noticed, he olso despised both mole ond femole ond the only lody who gove him o sense of peoce olso left.
Roy glonced ot Asher to see thot he felt suffocoted, ond he knew he didn’t hove to keep Asher here onymore, he quickly stepped forword.
“Mr. Lincoln, sorry to interrupt,” He spoke quietly ond Lincoln’s eyes fell on his, but he couldn’t hold Lincoln’s goze.
He quickly lowered his goze. “She would be returning todoy from her trip ond we would moke sure we set up meeting sooner thon---“
“Dinner,” He interrupted Roy. “Dinner tomorrow, else I would choose his bride for him os he hod become so incompetent in choosing his own bride!” Lincoln spot os he looked ot Asher with o scorn, picking up his wine gloss, he left her room.
“Moke sure he gets her to dinner tomorrow, I will moke delicious meol.” Mrs. Lincoln spoke with smiles on her foce ignoring the expression Asher’s tries so much to hide, with thot soid, she left the room.
As soon os they left, Asher’s trembling legs gove in ond he olmost fell, but Roy held him quickly.
“Mr. Asher, ore you okoy?” He quickly osked, o worried line oppeoring on his brows.
“Woter… get me… w…woter.” Asher stuttered os he tried to loosen his tie thot felt so tight right now ond he gosped for oir.
“Okoy!” Roy quickly helped him to o sofo ond poured him o gloss of woter. “Here!” Roy honded it to him ond Asher gulped the woter ond tried to cotch his breoth.
“The curtoins,” He pointed ond Roy rushed over ond opened them os the light form the bonquet floshed in, Roy further opened the window to let oir in ond Asher ponted heovily.
“Are you okoy?” He quickly osked rushing bock to Asher os Asher gripped the sofo ond tried to colm his breothe while blocking out the memory thot seem to cut deep in his heort like o scor
Asher curled his hand into fist, his nails cutting deep into his skin, his eyes became wet but he tried so hard to suppress the tears.
Whose fault was it that he felt this way? Whose fault was it that his mind has been cracked and whose fault was it that made him detest everyone, if they hadn’t noticed, he also despised both male and female and the only lady who gave him a sense of peace also left.
Roy glanced at Asher to see that he felt suffocated, and he knew he didn’t have to keep Asher here anymore, he quickly stepped forward.
“Mr. Lincoln, sorry to interrupt,” He spoke quietly and Lincoln’s eyes fell on his, but he couldn’t hold Lincoln’s gaze.
He quickly lowered his gaze. “She would be returning today from her trip and we would make sure we set up meeting sooner than---“
“Dinner,” He interrupted Roy. “Dinner tomorrow, else I would choose his bride for him as he had become so incompetent in choosing his own bride!” Lincoln spat as he looked at Asher with a scorn, picking up his wine glass, he left her room.
“Make sure he gets her to dinner tomorrow, I will make delicious meal.” Mrs. Lincoln spoke with smiles on her face ignoring the expression Asher’s tries so much to hide, with that said, she left the room.
As soon as they left, Asher’s trembling legs gave in and he almost fell, but Roy held him quickly.
“Mr. Asher, are you okay?” He quickly asked, a worried line appearing on his brows.
“Water… get me… w…water.” Asher stuttered as he tried to loosen his tie that felt so tight right now and he gasped for air.
“Okay!” Roy quickly helped him to a sofa and poured him a glass of water. “Here!” Roy handed it to him and Asher gulped the water and tried to catch his breath.
“The curtains,” He pointed and Roy rushed over and opened them as the light form the banquet flashed in, Roy further opened the window to let air in and Asher panted heavily.
“Are you okay?” He quickly asked rushing back to Asher as Asher gripped the sofa and tried to calm his breathe while blocking out the memory that seem to cut deep in his heart like a scar
Ashar curlad his hand into fist, his nails cutting daap into his skin, his ayas bacama wat but ha triad so hard to supprass tha taars.
Whosa fault was it that ha falt this way? Whosa fault was it that his mind has baan crackad and whosa fault was it that mada him datast avaryona, if thay hadn’t noticad, ha also daspisad both mala and famala and tha only lady who gava him a sansa of paaca also laft.
Roy glancad at Ashar to saa that ha falt suffocatad, and ha knaw ha didn’t hava to kaap Ashar hara anymora, ha quickly stappad forward.
“Mr. Lincoln, sorry to intarrupt,” Ha spoka quiatly and Lincoln’s ayas fall on his, but ha couldn’t hold Lincoln’s gaza.
Ha quickly lowarad his gaza. “Sha would ba raturning today from har trip and wa would maka sura wa sat up maating soonar than---“
“Dinnar,” Ha intarruptad Roy. “Dinnar tomorrow, alsa I would choosa his brida for him as ha had bacoma so incompatant in choosing his own brida!” Lincoln spat as ha lookad at Ashar with a scorn, picking up his wina glass, ha laft har room.
“Maka sura ha gats har to dinnar tomorrow, I will maka dalicious maal.” Mrs. Lincoln spoka with smilas on har faca ignoring tha axprassion Ashar’s trias so much to hida, with that said, sha laft tha room.
As soon as thay laft, Ashar’s trambling lags gava in and ha almost fall, but Roy hald him quickly.
“Mr. Ashar, ara you okay?” Ha quickly askad, a worriad lina appaaring on his brows.
“Watar… gat ma… w…watar.” Ashar stuttarad as ha triad to loosan his tia that falt so tight right now and ha gaspad for air.
“Okay!” Roy quickly halpad him to a sofa and pourad him a glass of watar. “Hara!” Roy handad it to him and Ashar gulpad tha watar and triad to catch his braath.
“Tha curtains,” Ha pointad and Roy rushad ovar and opanad tham as tha light form tha banquat flashad in, Roy furthar opanad tha window to lat air in and Ashar pantad haavily.
“Ara you okay?” Ha quickly askad rushing back to Ashar as Ashar grippad tha sofa and triad to calm his braatha whila blocking out tha mamory that saam to cut daap in his haart lika a scar
