Part 2The Gold Digger's Resignation

I was planted by Asher's side.

After he "saved" me for the third time, he looked down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "We keep meeting like this, don't we?"

I lowered my head timidly. "I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Asher clicked his tongue, twirling a lock of my hair.

"Being too pretty isn't always a blessing. Why are you always getting bullied?"

The night wind lifted the hem of my white dress. My long hair danced gently.

My eyes reddened. After a long pause, I whispered, "I... I'm used to it. It's been like this since I was little."

Asher froze.

Just then, his friends stumbled out of the bar. "Ash, what are you doing in this dark alley?"

One of them eyed me, reaching out to touch my face with a lecherous grin. "Where'd you find this beauty? So fresh."

Asher slapped the hand away, frowning. "Fuck off."

The others quickly smoothed things over. "You're blind, man. She's clearly with Ash."

Once they slunk away, tears spilled from my eyes. I grabbed Asher's sleeve.

He didn't pull away.

I looked up, meeting his gaze with trembling hope. "Because you're here, they didn't dare hurt me."

Asher wiped a tear from the corner of my eye.

My lashes fluttered. I summoned my courage. "Do... do you have a girlfriend?"

The night wind was cold. I shivered.

Asher bent down and scooped me up effortlessly.

He said casually, "Not right now. Don't plan on having one later, either."

I stared at him blankly.

Asher carried me toward his sports car parked at the intersection. Several eyes were on us.

I buried my face in his chest, mumbling, "It's okay. I... I don't need a title."

My answer was within his expectations.

After all, a young girl's love and dependence are always so obvious and passionate.

Asher smirked lazily, placed me in the passenger seat, and kissed me.

"Cool."