54. Dream husband, maybe

Asher took Valencia's hand and led her into a room decorated with luxurious and elegant interiors. It's a relatively large room, with only one set of tables for the two of them.

Like most candle dinners that many women look forward to. It seems romantic and luxurious, but Asher doesn't leave an over-the-top impression in accordance with Valencia's type, who prefers simple but luxurious things.

Asher pulled out a chair and invited Valencia to sit down, "Have a seat, dear."

"Hmm," Valencia replied with a loud gasp. She sat without speaking, but her eyes were still looking around.

Valencia still couldn't believe what she was seeing. She thought what she saw was too romantic for her, who had been living a balanced life for the past two years, even more, miserable because of the torture of the Brahmantya family.

However, one thing Valencia was thinking about at the moment. How did Asher know the date and month of her birthday?! She didn't even remember it herself.

Asher was already si