It didn't matter to him if everyone saw him as Yale Allen, just as long as Selena Flores saw him as Asher Harrington.
"I've never asked you," he said, "Selena, are you married?"
He had been in prison for too long. The little dwarf from those years had reached the age suitable for marriage.
His question was sudden, which startled Selena for a moment, then she looked down, her cheeks flushed with red: "No."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
She shook her head, then decided to lift her gaze to look at him: "I don't have one either." Her eyes were sincere and clear, filled with dependence and trust when she looked at him.
Asher Harrington's palms sweated, and the places where his skin was broken stung slightly: "Then consider me. Although I have a criminal record, I'm not too bad, and when Shawn Allen dies, I'll go back and fight for the inheritance, so you can be Mrs. Jimenez."
