While Stefan escorted Sage out of the castle, Ashton went for a walk with Mirabella in the castle's garden.
The wind was cold, and the air around Mirabella was tense as her mind replayed the moment Ashton kissed Stefan on the lips.
She came to a halt, frowning deeply and wondering why that scene had enraged her.
What caused her distress?
When Ashton noticed this, he smiled mischievously, turned around, and leaned in close to her. "Are you jealous of me, little Mira?" Mirabella's eyes widened in surprise as he asked teasingly.
"Mira, little Mira? It has been a long time since you called me that." Mirabella was agitated.
"You were so small." Ashton laughed. "Are you jealous?" He inquired once more.
"What is the point? And why have you brought me here?" Mirabella scoffingly asked, letting out a deep sigh.
"Because you enjoy my company." She gasped as Ashton whispered. "Accept it, Mira," he said slowly.
