After Death, Love Unveiled (Elara and Lysander) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 

“Oh, girl! Every time I call, you act like I’m annoying you.” Barrett teased with a smirk, then glanced outside. “Wait, hold up–is that the Hawthorne family’s car?” 

Elara spun around, noticing the familiar car parked at 

Her eyes were still a bit red from earlier, and she felt a flush of embarrassment as she realized Lysander probably saw. 

She quickly turned back to Barrett, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, that’s Lysander. He gave me a ride home after dinner.” 

Barrett arched a brow, clearly surprised. Just a while ago, she was practically fuming at the mere mention of Lysander’s name. 

When he first brought up the engagement, she had flat–out refused, saying she’d never have anything to do with him. And now! Dinner dates? This was something new. 

their gate. Lysander was stepping out, smooth and collected as ever. 

Even though he was curious, Barrett kept it civil. “Lysander, why don’t you come in for a minute?” 

“Good evening, Mr. Kensington, Lysander replied, all polite and proper, though his tone had a slight detachment. “I’ll have to take a rain check. Got somewhere I need to be.” 

He threw Elara a long, meaningful look–one that said way more than words–before he turned and slid back into the car. 

Elara watched as the car drove off, then awkwardly followed her father into the house. 

Barrett, always sharp–eyed, noticed the puffiness around her eyes. “Did he say something to piss you off?” 

Elara quickly shook her head. “No, he was actually really nice.” 

She flopped down onto the couch, feeling Barrett’s eyes still on her. It was weird seeing him so full of life and energy. 

Hard to believe this was the same man who, in her memories, would eventually grow so much older, so much more distant, when he finally left this world. 

Barrett 

kept digging for a bit, making sure she hadn’t been mistreated. Once he was satisfied, he let it go. 

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Monday morning, the sunlight barely creeping into the room, Elara woke up to Ursa’s voice calling through the door. “Elara, Asher’s here to see you.” 

Elara groaned, remembering the blowout from two nights ago. Things between her and Asher were done. Over. She knew it, and he well should too. There was no way she was going to keep putting up with his bullshit. 

Still, she hadn’t expected him to show up this early. 

Elara made her way down the stairs slowly, her gaze landing not just on Asher, but also on his father, Jefferson, who was standing beside him. 

Jefferson, seated on the sofa with a look that seemed genuinely apologetic, spoke to Barrett. “Mr. Kensington, I deeply apologize. It’s my son, Asher–he’s been acting out of line, and I’ve already dealt with him. I can assure you, he won’t bother Elara again. 

“Elara?” Barrett’s face darkened, his brow tightening with clear displeasure. “Who gave you the right to call my daughter by her first name?” 

He’d never had much tolerance for the Blackwoods, father or son. If it weren’t for the fear of driving Elara away, he wouldn’t have let them set foot in his house to begin with. 

Realizing his mistake, Jefferson quickly backpedaled, forcing an awkward smile. “Yes, of course. Miss Kensington–my apologies, Miss Kensington!” 

As Elara moved gracefully down the stairs, Jefferson’s eyes were glued to her. “Morning, Miss Kensington. I brought Asher with me… to apologize.” 

Elara’s eyes slid over to Asher. He was sitting there, face dark like a thunderstorm, not saying a word, but it was clear he was on 

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the edge of blowing up. 

Internally. Elara couldn’t help but laugh. He looked like he’d rather jump off a cliff. Asher’s reluctance was written all over his 

face. 

He was still pissed off about her birthday, that much was obvious. A genuine apology from him? Not happening, she thought bitterly. 

Keeping her voice steady, she said, “Mr. Blackwood, there’s really no need for any of this. Asher didn’t do anything to offend me, so there’s nothing to apologize for.” 

“But I heard you fired him?” Jefferson’s tone was starting to show a bit of desperation. 

He hadn’t even been this rattled when he got fired. But, of course, his situation was different. He’d been an ordinary worker. scraping by on a modest salary, putting in long hours. 

Asher, though, was a whole other deal. Tutoring Elara meant big bucks, and maybe, just maybe, a shot at the Kensington fortune down the road. 

With tensions this high between his son and Elara, Jefferson couldn’t just sit back and watch the opportunity slip away. Elara sighed and spoke slowly, like she was explaining something obvious. “After years of tutoring, my grades haven’t exactly improved. And Asher made it clear he couldn’t stand teaching me anymore–thought 1 was too stupid to learn. 

“So, I respected his decision and let him go. There’s no drama between us, and trust me, no apology is needed.” 

Barrett listened quietly, noting how calm and composed Elara seemed while talking about the whole situation. 

He thought back to how headstrong she’d been when she insisted on having Asher as her tutor. Barrett had only agreed because she’d been so determined. 

Now, she was the one to cut him loose. 

Barrett felt a mix of surprise and relief. ‘Is my girl finally growing up?‘ he wondered to himself. 

Since Elara had classes and other plans for the day, Barrett signaled the staff to show Asher and Jefferson out 

After breakfast, Elara left the house, where the driver was already waiting for her in the courtyard. 

As she slid into the car and it started pulling away, she glanced back to see Asher still standing there, his father by his side. And then, out of nowhere, Jefferson–who had been so polite indoors–raised his hand and slapped Asher across the face. Elara knew Asher’s story all too well. 

Jefferson was a gambling addict, and it had gotten so bad that Asher’s mom had walked out. From then on, Asher had lived with him, scrapping together money for school from relatives who probably didn’t give a damn. 

As soon as he was old enough, he started supporting himself. And despite all that, the guy was brilliant–always ranking at the top of his class. 

That was why Elara had always had a soft spot for him. She had gone out of her way to try to make his life easier, doing whatever she could to help. 

But the truth was that he didn’t give a damn about her. He never had. She was just convenient, someone he could use. The girl he actually cared about was never her. 

Elara glanced away, rolling her eyes, and made her way to school. 

After yesterday’s chaos, she could feel the shift in her classmates vibe. They were acting way friendlier, some even trying to strike up a conversation. 

One girl sauntered over with a sly grin. “Hey, Elara, word is your family’s rolling in it. Is it true you’ve been bankrolling Asher? We all thought he was, like, secretly loaded” 

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