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Ashen Roads Toward the Sleeping Moon by Trevon Hale Mist 15 Summary In "Ashen Roads Toward the Sleeping Moon," Christian grapples with guilt and anxiety as he faces Chase Spencer's piercing scrutiny after an intense conversation. Chase's cold demeanor leaves Christian feeling trapped, especially when he realizes that he won't be allowed to sleep after a long day. The tension escalates when Chase mocks Christian's commitment to Caroline Jones, only to be interrupted by a phone call from Christian's father, Andrew, inviting Chase to a dinner that Christian dreads.

As Christian struggles with the pressure from his father, Caroline is busy at work, unaware of the chaos unfolding around her. As the evening progresses, Caroline's concern grows when she finally receives a message from Christian about the dinner. Rushing to The Cypress Club, she arrives to find Christian inebriated and leaning on his assistant, Aaron. The sight of Christian's state fills her with worry, and her interactions with Chase reveal a complicated dynamic between the three of them.

Chase's coldness and authority clash with Caroline's nurturing instincts, creating an atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Back at Caroline's apartment, the situation becomes more complicated as Christian, still drunk, begins to mumble incoherently about their relationship. Caroline's heart races as she tries to manage the situation, especially when Christian inadvertently hints at secrets they are keeping from his father.

Chase's presence looms large, and Caroline feels the weight of his scrutiny as she navigates her concern for Christian while also trying to maintain control over the unfolding chaos. The chapter culminates in a push-and-pull dynamic between Caroline and Chase, as they both want to care for Christian but have different approaches. Caroline's protective instincts clash with Chase's authoritative demeanor, leading to a tense standoff.

Christian's drunken honesty adds an unexpected layer of complexity, leaving Caroline desperate to keep him from revealing too much while also trying to ensure his well-being. The emotional stakes are high, with Caroline caught between her feelings for Christian and the looming threat of their secrets being exposed. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **TITLE: Ashen Roads Toward the Sleeping Moon by Trevon Hale** Christian felt a sharp stab of guilt as he reflected on the words he had just spat out.

The weight of his own thoughts pressed heavily on him, and before he could muster a response, Chase Spencer's piercing gaze fell upon him. The calmness in Chase's voice sent a chill racing down Christian's spine. "So I'm not human?" "I can explain..." Christian managed to force a smile, but inside, his heart was pounding like a drum against his ribcage, each beat echoing his anxiety. Chase, however, seemed entirely uninterested in any explanation. His eyes flicked over to Caroline's text about a "hug," and he delivered his next words with a tone that brooked no argument.

"Don't even think about clocking out until you've memorized everything." Christian felt the ground beneath him begin to crumble. His expression morphed into one of despair as he asked, "Then where am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Chase shot back, his voice dripping with disbelief, "You still think you're getting sleep?" Christian was left momentarily speechless, his mind racing. What?? I don't get to sleep?! "Seems like you're not that serious about being with Caroline Jones after all," Chase remarked, a hint of mockery lacing his words.

Just as Christian was about to proclaim his unwavering devotion, Chase's phone rang, interrupting the moment. He glanced at the unknown number flashing on the screen, the call originating from Northwood. With a fleeting look back at Christian, he stepped outside to take the call. As soon as he answered, Andrew Stewart's overly sweet voice slid through the line. "Mr. Spencer, I hope I'm not disturbing you. This is Christian's father, Andrew Stewart." "What is it?" Chase replied, his tone as cold as ice. "Oh, it's nothing major," Andrew said slowly, almost too casually.

"I just wanted to apologize for the other day. We've arranged a small dinner at The Cypress Club and would be honored if you could make it." Meanwhile, Caroline was engrossed in her own world, her phone buzzing with a message from Christian. Christian: My dad is taking your uncle to dinner. Caroline: ? Dinner again? Christian: He also told me I have to spend the night kissing his ass and apologizing. Caroline: Did Chase agree? Christian glanced outside, the shadows lengthening as dusk approached. Looks like it. A flicker of confusion crossed Caroline's face.

Chase had never been fond of pointless dinners like this one. After leaving in such a huff the other day, it was surprising that he had agreed to attend. Chapter 15 Christian sent another message, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed: I'm a total lightweight. Make sure you come get me early after work. I don't think I'm gonna make it. Caroline replied with a simple "Okay," but her mind was already racing ahead. That afternoon, Caroline made the decision to skip her break, determined to push through her work and complete everything on her schedule.

At five, Christian texted her that they were starting dinner, but Caroline was caught up in a meeting and didn't see it. By the time she finally emerged from the conference room, the clock read 5:40. She quickly typed a message as she walked toward her office: Is it over? Ten minutes ticked by without a reply. Unsure if Christian was too drunk to respond or simply preoccupied, Caroline wrapped up her tasks, grabbed her car keys, and headed out. . She pulled into The Cypress Club's parking lot, her heart racing with anticipation and concern.

As she approached the entrance, she spotted Chase striding out, accompanied by the restaurant manager. Following closely behind was Christian, who appeared to be leaning heavily on his assistant, Aaron Phillips, for support. The moment their eyes met, Chase's expression shifted, and he acknowledged her with a slight nod. Caroline approached, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "Chase." Chase glanced back at Christian, his tone low and commanding. "Here to pick him up?" "Yeah," Caroline affirmed with a nod. "Let's go. Get in the car," Chase instructed, leaving no room for discussion.

Without hesitation, Caroline followed him, her mind racing with questions. Half an hour later, Aaron helped her maneuver Christian into her apartment. As she looked at the man who was completely passed out on the sofa, she turned to Chase, her brow furrowed in concern. "How did he get this wasted?" "Is that tone supposed to blame me?" Chase shot back, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto hers. "No," Caroline replied, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"Just asking." "I didn't make him drink," Chase countered, his expression darkening as he surveyed Christian, who lay sprawled out like a ragdoll. "His own father told him to make toasts. You can ask Aaron if you don't believe me." Aaron chimed in, "That's right." Caroline fell silent, her mind piecing together the events of the evening. She had a sinking feeling about what had transpired but chose not to press the issue. As she watched Christian toss and turn uncomfortably on the sofa, she turned to Chase, her voice softening. "Sorry for all the trouble. You guys should go get some rest.

I can take it from here." Chase's eyes darkened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. Just then, Christian murmured from the sofa, his voice thick with sleepiness. "Jones..." "What's wrong?" Caroline rushed over, her heart pounding with concern. "Are you feeling sick somewhere? Do you need to throw up?" Chase's expression soured at her barrage of questions. He turned to Aaron. "You can head back first." Aaron nodded and made a swift exit, leaving Caroline alone with the two men. Christian mumbled something incoherent, his words slurring together.

Caroline leaned closer, trying to decipher his mumblings, but they were lost in the haze of his drunken state. "Just lie down for a bit. I'll go get you some honey water," she said soothingly, her voice a gentle balm as she stood and headed to the kitchen. Less than two minutes later, she returned with a glass of honey water, stirring it gently before bringing it to his lips. At that moment, Chase strode over, his demeanor shifting as he seized Christian by the collar, yanking him upright. His gaze locked onto the glass in Caroline's hand.

"Give it to me." Caroline froze, caught off guard by his sudden aggression. Chase snatched the glass from her and, without hesitation, poured it down Christian's throat. Caroline's brow knitted in worry. "Maybe I should do it. He could choke that way." "He's not that fragile," Chase replied, continuing to pour the liquid with a determination that left Caroline speechless. Twenty seconds later, he was done. Chase released Christian, allowing him to slump back onto the sofa. Caroline pressed her lips together, her heart racing. It was certainly effective, but she felt a twinge of unease.

"Go do what you need to do," Chase said, his voice serious and unyielding. "He's sleeping in my room." "No, that's okay," Caroline quickly interjected, shaking her head. Chase's gaze bore into her, unyielding and intense. "Christian's a bad drunk. It wouldn't be good if he offended you," Caroline explained, trying to steer him away. "I can handle him." Chase opened his mouth to respond, but at that moment, Christian began mumbling again. "Jones, where are you?" "I'm right here." Caroline knelt in front of him, her voice a soft whisper as she leaned closer to his ear.

"What's wrong?" "Huh?" Christian turned his head, his bleary eyes struggling to focus. "Why are you being so nice today?" Caroline was momentarily taken aback, her heart racing at his unexpected question. "I'm telling you, your uncle is terrifying," Christian rambled, rolling onto his side to face her. "My dad was like a little lamb in front of him." Caroline instinctively glanced at Chase, who remained still, his expression unreadable. Just as she was about to speak, Christian's next words sent a jolt through her.

"What do you think he'd do if he found out we're lying to him..." Panic surged through Caroline, and she quickly clamped her hand over his mouth, her heart leaping into her throat. Please tell me Chase didn't hear that. "Mmph..." "Mmph mmmph!" Christian struggled against her grip, his eyes wide with confusion. Caroline felt the weight of Chase's gaze upon her, heavy and scrutinizing. "Let him finish," Chase said, his voice calm but edged with authority as he observed her with unnerving focus.

"It's just drunken nonsense, you can't take it seriously," Caroline stammered, her mind racing with anxiety. Most people just mumble when they're drunk. Why is this guy so damn articulate? Chase continued to watch Christian, his expression unyielding. "Keep covering his mouth like that and you'll suffocate him." Realizing that she had been tricked, Caroline quickly pulled her hand away to check on him. "Jones, why were you touching my mouth?" Drunk Christian blurted out, his filter completely gone.

"I thought we agreed to keep things platonic, no..." "Mmph mmph." Caroline clamped her hand over his mouth again, her heart racing in a chaotic rhythm. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Chase, summoning her courage to assert herself. "Chase, why don't you head back first? I've got it over here. I'll take good care of him." "Let him go first," Chase replied, his gaze unwavering as he noted Christian's disheveled state. "He's fine," Caroline insisted, her voice firm yet trembling. She was reluctant to let go, terrified of what Christian might say next.

"If he suffocates, it's on me." Conclusion In the dim light of the apartment, the tension between Caroline and Chase hung thick in the air, punctuated only by the soft, erratic breaths of the unconscious Christian. Caroline's heart raced as she grappled with the implications of Christian's drunken revelations, the fear of their shared secrets threatening to unravel everything they had built. She felt a fierce protectiveness over him, a desire to shield him from the harsh realities of their lives and the expectations looming over them.

Yet, as she looked at Chase's unwavering gaze, she realized that their bond was now intertwined with the complexities of loyalty, love, and the weight of unspoken truths. The night had taken a turn that neither of them had anticipated, and as the shadows deepened, Caroline understood that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges that would test their resolve. Chase's presence loomed large, both a source of strength and an unsettling reminder of the stakes involved.

Caroline felt the urgency of the moment, the need to assert her independence while also recognizing the fragile state of the man they both cared for. As she knelt beside Christian, her fingers trembling against his cheek, she vowed to navigate this tangled web of emotions with unwavering determination. In that moment, Caroline understood that the path to clarity would not be easy; it would require confronting uncomfortable truths and embracing the vulnerability that came with love.

Will Caroline manage to keep Christian's secrets safe, or will Chase's probing nature uncover the fragile threads holding their lives together? As the night unfolds, the stakes will rise, leading to unexpected confrontations and revelations that could change everything. Furthermore, the dynamic between Chase, Caroline, and Christian will undergo a significant transformation. With Chase's authoritative demeanor and Caroline's fierce protectiveness, readers will be left wondering how their relationships will evolve amid the brewing storm of secrets and loyalties.

As Caroline fights to maintain control over the situation, she may find herself drawn closer to both men, each representing a different path that could lead to her heart's desire or deeper entanglement in a web of complications. Prepare for a chapter filled with emotional turmoil, unexpected alliances, and the potential for life-altering choices as the characters navigate their ashen roads toward the sleeping moon. Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion.

She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.